..oh My God

THANK YOU it probably is the daddy issues but I’d eat that man UP

I think it might be daddy issues but this man is FINE

It really is sad, honestly

it crushes my soul how tiny the criminal minds tickle community is (even though I love each and every one of you sm)

Guess who just discovered how ticklish their back wasssss

Re-blogging to save a life, maybe you should too

Heard some important information on Twitter today, and thought I’d post it here for anyone who may not have heard it. This is actually a thing, devised by human rights organisation called Karma Nirvana.

Reblog to save a life?

I prolly already posted something like this but...ILL DO IT AGAIN-

No one wants to tickle you if you’re trans lol

Yeah? Bet.

Reblog this post if you would tickle a trans individual.

Well...um..

Hey, You Might Be Autistic.

Okay, deep breaths. I know this is hard for you if you’ve always considered yourself neurotypical.

You might be thinking of the “Autistic screeching” jokes, that you’ve heard them used, that you’ve used them yourself.

You might be thinking “but I’m smart/social/normal!”

It’s okay. Unpack your defensiveness.

ESPECIALLY if you’re a girl. So many Autistic girls are never diagnosed, and I’m going to try to make sure you’re not one of them.

- If you are often “in fandoms” and you have hyperfixations with them - whether they change or not - that could be a Special Interest (SpIn for short), a term for an Autistic person’s fixation.

- If you consider yourself “smart but lazy” - Autistic people tend to be “smarter” than most neurotypicals, but often lack energy. This is sometimes dismissed as “a gifted person who just isn’t trying”.

- If you have “resting bitch face”, remember that Autistic people usually don’t express emotion in their face or body language, so it could be one of the key signs for Autism.

- If you are “sensitive towards light/sound/temperature” and often find yourself “overreacting” (and feel childish / have people tell you that you’re childish because of it), you could be experiencing sensory overload.

- If you “enjoy fidgeting” or just really like good smells/tastes/textures beyond normalcy, you could be stimming, which is extremely common in both people with ADHD and Autism.

- If you are “emotional because of other people’s feelings” or “unempathetic/unemotional when it comes to other people”, you could be experiencing hyperempathy/hypoempathy, especially if you tend to fluctuate between the two. Remember that being hypoempathetic doesn’t make you a bad person: you can still experience compassion/sympathy like anybody else!

- If you consider yourself “weird”, remember that Autistic minds work differently than Allistic minds, and that this could mean that you’re not just “quirky/odd/unusual”, you’re Autistic.

Don’t panic, the Autistic community is beautiful and a lovely place to be in. And remember that self-diagnosis is 100% okay, good, and valid.

Everybody can reblog this, whether you are Autistic or Allistic/neurotypical ❤️

“Oh I’ll tickle you alright”

POV: Peter 2 teaching Peter 1 how to fight better

(This Unus Annus clip just reminded me of em, also apologies for poor video quality)

PLEASE MY HEART ❤️

“No one escapes ME!”

Send me a starter sentence and I’ll write 5 or more sentences from said prompt!

"No one escapes ME!" Peter 2's voice echoed throughout one of the many alleyways in New York City. It made Peter 1 and 3 shiver in their hiding place.

For context, the younger Peters had been bothering Peter 2 the whole day with the usual Peter Parker antics (memes, stupid jokes Peter 2 couldn't understand, etc.) When he threatened them with a good tickling, they didn’t think he’d act on it. They were wrong, of course. Now, Peter 1 and Peter 3 were stuck behind a dumpster on top of a brick building after out-swinging the oldest.

Peter 1 took his mask off, panting. “Holy shit we’re gonna die,” he whispered. Peter 3 already had his mask off, his eyes scanning around frantically.

“We'll be fine, we just gotta be quiet and keep moving.” He reassured in a hushed tone.

“Little brothers!!” Called out Peter 2. His voice sounded closer. Peter 1 gulped. “You can’t hide forever!”

“Yeah we need to move now. Let's crawl down the wall.” Peter 3 quietly snuck over to the building's edge. Bad move, cause Peter 2 was busy crawling up that same wall. Peter 3 smacked a hand over his mouth and scrambled back. “Other side other side!! Go go go!!”

They jumped to the adjacent skyscraper and found a shaded area under a fire escape. Thank god it was nighttime too. Peter 3 was on lookout mode, holding Peter 1 by the shoulder. “Okay...I think we lost him.”

Peter 1 sighed and let his shoulders fall down. “I thought we were dead…”

“Oh you still are.” Peter 2 was standing on the grated fire escape floor below them. Peter 3 practically screamed like a girl.

“GO PETE GO!!”

The youngest boys nervous giggles echoed between the buildings as they leaped away. Peter 2 shot a web and went swinging after them.

The chase was on.

Through alleys and across buildings, they ran. Whenever they thought they were safe, Peter 1 and 3 got spooked again with Peter 2 on their tails. After 5 minutes of escaping and fleeing, they finally seemed to have found a good place to rest: in the alleyway of Peter 1’s apartment.

Peter 3 was out of breath and smiling. “I caught him in a web back there. I think we’re okay.”

“You said that like, the last four times though. Are you sure?” Peter 1’s eyes strained upwards for any sight of the older spider. His tingle didn't go off.

“He would never suspect us h-AAAAAAAA!!” Peter 3 was yanked up by a web. Peter 1 followed just a second later. The boys threw out frantic pleas when they saw Peter 2 with his mask off and on the edge of Peter 1’s window. In each hand he held the web cables.

“The plan worked,” he sneered to himself. With some more pulling, both Peters were hanging by their shoulders next to the oldest brother's feet. “And look who I caught in my web today!"

“NONO PLEASE WE’RE SORRY!!”

“WE’LL STOP ANNOYING YOU, WE PROMISE!”

“Making promises isn’t Spider-Man’s strong suit,” Peter 2 hoisted the boys up and playfully tossed them into the apartment. Peter 1 and 3 tumbled onto the carpet and didn’t have time to recover enough before Peter 2 webbed their feet on the floor. He took his time walking to meet his two captive brothers, and then sat down in a crisscross between them. He linked an arm around each shoulder. “You guys have any last words?”

Peter 1 and 3 were shaking from their their uncontrollable giggling. The youngest Peter held his hands up to his chest. “Plehehease don’t kill us!!”

“Those are your last words?"

“H-How about uhh..” Peter 3 thought for a second, “oh! Ihi-I’m the best spider-man! And that-and that johohoke about your webs I-I made was wohohorth it!” Even in the worst position, the middle Peter held onto his sassiness.

“Okay you guys didn’t try at all.” Peter 2's resting arms snaked lower to give both brothers a good dose of side squeezes.

Peter 1 squealed and leaned into the oldest while Peter 3 was pushing the hand with his free hands. At least Peter 2 was merciful enough to not web their arms down. "AHAhaha!!"

"When will you two learn not to mess with me, hm? Is it today?" He turned to ask Peter 1. "Or is it tomorrow? Next week?"

"Wehehe're sorryyy!!" The youngest whined. "Ihit-it wahahas Peter 3's ideaha!" Peter 1 scrunched his nose up.

"HehEY you wanted to put ice ihin his milk!!" "You gotta know Peter 3 isn't a good role model by now. I can't have you turn into a bad Spider-Man." Peter 2's fingers clawed between the kid's ribs. Peter 1 shrieked and tried to curl up. "EEEEE!!"

"Lehe-leheave the kid alo-AEE!" Peter 3's hip received a squeeze. He fell into his squeaky cackling. "HEEheheEEHEE!!"

"No, you're both in this! Both of you gigglebugs!" The oldest Peter was grinning ear to ear. God were these two adorable when tickled. "And stop being so cute, you're making me soft."

Peter 1 at this point was a blushy and giggly mess, very weakly attempting to stop the wiggly fingers from hooking on his lower ribs. Yeah, his attempts failed, and he let out a loud squeal followed by a snort. To him he couldn't believe one hand could take him out so easily. "NAHAAHAT THERE!!"

"Ribs are just the killer, aren't they?" He returned his attention to Peter 3 whose humorous laughter caused Peter 2 to chuckle. "You good, Peter 3?"

"NOHO!"

"You want what Peter 1's getting instead?" Peter 3 caught a quick glimpse of the kid who was being driven up the wall. He shook his head as if he had a choice.

"Well too bad." Peter 2's hand copied what he was doing with the youngest Peter. Now both captured Peters were squirming like worms, their high pitched cachinnation lighting up the apartment. Peter 2's heart swelled. "You two are gonna kill me. You're so adorable. I can't get over it."

"QUIHIT CALLING US THAT!!" Peter 1 spit out. He buried his face in the oldest's shoulders cause he didn't know what else to do at this point. His face was burning and his cheeks hurt from his plastered on smile.

"Awwwww...Lil Spidey's hiding." Peter 2 cooed. It make the kid squeak in embarrassment. Suddenly, Peter 2's tingle went off. He turned his head.

Peter 3 was reaching forward desperately to rip off the webbing around his legs.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Peter 2 used both of his hands (which Peter 1 thanked the almighty above for) to drill Peter 3's underarms. The middle brother fell back, wheezing loudly with a belly laugh following. "AAHAHA FAHAHACCKK!!"

"Yeah you thought you were safe, didn't you?"

Peter 1 took the chance he had now that he wasn't being tickled to tase Peter 2's side. Everything came to a halt when he flinched.

With tickles no longer being dished out, Peter 2 slowly turned to face the youngest. It was genuinely terrifying to the kid, and he covered his face in defense. "Th-thahahat wasn't mehe!!" "You're done. You're both done!" With a few thwips Peter 1 and 3 had their arms webbed to the floor. Shit.

"PeTER 1 WHY DID YOU DO THAT!!?"

"I WAS TRYING TO SAVE YOU!!!" "You should've thought that through." Peter 2 tutted. "Be lucky you have your suits on or I would give both of you guys a shit ton of raspberries right now." His two free hands made claws as he was on his knees, hovering over both of them. His fingers began to wiggle, prompting the two Peters to immediately melt into giggly puddles. Their tingles practically made it feel like they were being tickled already.

"Does this really get you guys this bad?" The oldest furrowed his brow, amused. He decided to have fun with it by quicky jumping his hands at the two but not making contact with them. Peter 1 and 3 screamed.

"OHMYGODDONTDOTHAHAT!!" their begging was all meshed together through their giggling.

"You guys, I just..." Peter 2 blinked in astonishment, "you're so cute. It's sickening."

He did a few more fake-out tickles with his hands, and every time the captured brothers fell for it. It was like if someone was turning the volume up and down on the radio, except that the radio was on the laughter channel. Peter 2 was just having a field day with this. "I'm not touching you and you're both just dying!"

"IHIHIT's-it's thehE TIHINGLE!" Peter 3 flinched hard at the hand over him nearly attacking his underarm. "HOLYSHIHIT STOP!" Peter 1 couldn't even bear to reply. The kid looked like he was going to explode from laughing.

"Okay okay, I'll get it over with," Peter 2 shrugged, "in three..." Peter 3 groaned. "OHOH COME ON!" "Two..." "FUHUCK YOU!" he squeaked out.

"One!" Peter 2 went at them, trying to tickle every spot and keep them on their toes. He didn't stay in one place for more than a few seconds, making their spider senses flip out. The younger Peters screamed in unison. Their endearing laughter got so contagious that Peter 2 was laughing with them now. It was unbelievable to him how this much happiness and good feelings could be flowing in such a dingy apartment such as Peter 1's (no offense to Peter 1).

For some reason all I could think of while reading this was “Hey how you doin lil mama lemme whisper in your ear”

Random idea: Peter 2 and 3 decide to mess with Peter 1. So while 1 and 2 are sitting on the couch, Peter 3 comes up to Peter 1 and starts whispering random jokes in his ear to make him laugh but keeps glancing over at Peter 2 and "whispering" not to tell him. The middle brother then walks into the kitchen and Peter 2 starts asking the youngest what they were talking about. When One refuses to answer, Peter 2 starts tickling him until he looks like he's about to tell him what they were talking about. However, then Peter 3 starts tickling Peter 1 from the other side telling him he can't tell it if he can't talk (even though the joke is just something stupid that has nothing to do with Peter 2 at all). This keeps going back and forth until Peter 1 is a mess of giggles :)