I’m Not Asexual But, ASEXUALS ARE VALID AS FUCK

So wholesome

When your homie just pops in like hasn't been gone for a year, but he has

TICKLE TENT! TICKLE TENT! TICKLE TENT! TICKLE TENT!!!

okay but the thought of going camping with a switch/ler and sneaky hands sliding into your sleeping bag or being zipped up in one with them and tickled with nowhere to go but then if you do get out of the sleeping bag to run away you'd still have to fumble with the zippers of the tent with them still coming after you making it impossible and you're just playfully trapped in your little tickle tent HALP

I am black, but I support all ingenious people

Reblog if you're black tumblr.

You don’t have to be black, it just means you support us, you stand by us and you’re for us.

My gender is in my life right in my life

..what?

Tags: @anxious-lee-ler and legit anyone else

Type "my gender is" on your phone and let your phone finish the sentence, then tag your moots to keep the chain going, I'll go first.

My gender is a little bit more intense than I thought I could have done

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Holy shit I saw this last Friday….I think

YOU HAVE ENTERED

RADICAL SATURDAY

When I tell you squeaky giggles I mean SQUEAKY GIGGLES! And they would n o t s t o p

Hello everybody!!! So @ticklishpeter and I had a fic idea for our Spidey boys a little while ago and we wanted to share it with you!

Most of this is loosely based off my experiences with pedicures lmao, and I also wrote it more from Peter 3’s “perspective” so this one might be a little different (format-wise) from my usual three Peters fics :)

I hope you enjoy this fluff! :)

Warnings: none, I don’t believe there are any curse words :)

Word Count: Probably ~1,000 I’m too lazy to count lmao

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Pedicures

“Hey Three!” Peter 2 walked into the room to see Peter 3 reading on the couch, “One and I have a little surprise for you!”

“A surprise?” Peter 3 questioned and set down the book he was reading, “What is it?”

“Well, it’s a surprise, we can’t tell you!” Peter 1’s voice came from the ceiling.

The two older brothers looked up to meet his gaze just before he flipped down to the floor.

“You guys know I hate surprises,” Peter 3 whined.

“Only when you’re the one being surprised,” Peter 2 smirked, “Come on, it’ll be fun!”

“If you say so,” Peter 3 was forced off of the couch by Peter 1 pulling on his arm.

“Come on! Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” Peter 1 jumped around Peter 3 with excitement and dragged him out the door.

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“No-” Peter 3 stopped dead in his tracks as they walked up to the surprise that Peter 1 and 2 were talking about, “Absolutely not!”

“Three, come on!” Peter 2 protested and held back a smile, “Don’t be boring!”

“I just thought it would be a nice reward for us since we barely have any time to do anything nice for ourselves,” Peter 1 explained, “But if you don’t want to we don’t have to,” His face fell a little bit.

How could Peter 3 say no to a face like that?

“Okay, okay, fine!” Peter 3 gave in, “Just know that I am well aware of what you are trying to do here!” He eyed his brothers suspiciously.

“We’re not doing anything!” Peter 1 looked at him innocently.

“Sure you aren’t,” Peter 3 rolled his eyes and shoved the youngest’s head playfully.

Peter 1 and 2 made their way into the salon with Peter 3 trudging in behind them full of dread.

“Do you have room for three pedicures?” Peter 2 asked the woman standing at the front desk. Peter 3’s cheeks went dark pink.

Yeah, Peter 3 was going to die.

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“How are you feeling Three?” Peter 2 looked to his right.

Peter 3 was nervously kicking his feet around in the water, watching the tiny waves he was creating slowly die down in the tub.

“Ohhh great,” he breathed out, “Juuust great,” He kept his eyes on the water.

“Smile!” Peter 1 turned to his left to take a picture of his older brothers. Peter 3 only held a hand up to his face and groaned with embarrassment.

“Three! I need to see your face!” Peter 1 smirked.

Peter 2 leaned over and tweaked Peter 3’s side, making him jump and remove his hand from his face.

“T-two!” Peter 3 growled and grabbed his hands, “You’re soho mean!” He couldn’t help the smile that was growing on his face.

“Got it! Thanks Two!” Peter 1 sat back and examined the picture, “Aww, it’s so cute! Look!” Peter 1 leaned over to show his older brothers.

“It’s perfect,” Peter 2 grinned, ruffling Peter 3’s already messy hair.

“I look stupid,” Peter 3 scrunched his nose in disgust. Peter 1’s face immediately dropped.

“Oh- well, I can delete it if you’d like,” he offered sweetly.

“Wait-” Peter 3 blurted out, “That’s not what I meant. I was just embarrassed. You can keep it if you really like it, buddy.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind deleting it-” he offered again.

“It’s okay Lil’ Pete,” he assured him, “When we look back on it I’m sure I’ll appreciate that we kept it.” He gave him a reassuring smile.

“Alright then, I promise I won’t take any more though,” Peter 1 clicked the power button on his phone and put it in his pocket.

“Oh- here we go!” Peter 2 patted Peter 3 on the arm as the nail technicians made their way over to them.

Peter 3’s heart rate picked up as his nail tech sat down in front of him. She motioned for him to bring his foot out of the water and began working on cutting his nails.

Peter 3 breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t too bad yet.

“How is it, Three?” Peter 1 looked over at Peter 3, his own foot getting worked on by another technician.

Peter 3 only nodded and gave him a thumbs up. Peter 1 smiled back before pulling out his phone again to distract himself.

The technician moved on from cutting his nails, and so far, it still wasn’t terrible. Peter 3 decided to distract himself with the tv that was broadcasting the science channel or something.

Every once in a while he would feel the technician accidentally swipe his sole or something similar, but he was able to keep himself under control even with the building pressure of his spider-sense wanting to go off.

“ACK- I’msosorryohmygosh!” Peter 3’s mouth suddenly spat out the words as he practically yanked his foot away from the technician. She had just begun scraping away the top layer of his toenails.

“Ticklish?” The lady in front of him asked with an understanding smile. Peter 3’s cheeks turned beet red as he hid his face in his hands and nodded.

“Yes he is!” Peter 2 grinned over at his middle brother and gave his ribs a tweak, “I could see you getting a bit tense there, bud.”

“H-hey!” Peter 3 jolted, “Again! I’m so sorry!” He apologized to the technician and gave Peter 2 a playful glare. The technician only chuckled and continued her work.

“We better be giving them a nice tip-” He mumbled over to Peter 2.

“Don’t worry, we will!” Peter 1 chimed in, his own face a little pink from the sensation.

“Hey, I mean, it’s not my fault you’re too sensitive for this!” Peter 2 shrugged defensively.

“Dude! You’re literally bad too!” Peter 3 shot back, making Peter 1 giggle at his reaction.

“Not as bad as you though!” Peter 3 felt another tweak from his younger brother on his other side.

“One!” Peter 3 whined as he pushed his hand away, “I don’t want to kick this poor lady in the face!”

“Okay, we’ll stop for now,” Peter 2 smirked. He didn’t want to torture him too much, especially with what he knew was coming.

Peter 3 tried his hardest to sit still again while the nail technician did her job. The tv had helped a little bit, but it was hard to focus when his ‘Peter tingle’ was constantly warning him that he was getting attacked.

“Oh this part is bad,” Peter 3 heard his older brother grit his teeth after a couple of minutes.

Peter 3’s heart rate went up again when he saw the pumice stone in Peter 2’s technician’s hand.

He whipped his head to look over at his younger brother when he heard Peter 1’s small giggles escaping his lips. The teen was struggling to keep himself under control as the nail technician scrubbed his foot with the pumice stone.

Oh no-

Peter 3 gripped the sides of his chair when his own technician had brought out the pumice stone.

“Just relax bro,” Peter 2 squeezed his arm.

Peter 3 nodded and took a deep breath before he shut his eyes.

As soon as the pumice stone made contact with his heel, Peter 3 couldn’t contain his giggles, clasping his mouth with his hands and trying to keep his foot stable.

“I told you to relax!” Peter 2 teased, grinning at his middle brother squirming around in the chair.

“I’m tryihihing!” Peter 3’s face burned pink again.

“I don’t blame you bro, this part is even getting to me a little bit!” Peter 1 giggled lightly as he watched Peter 3 struggling to keep it together.

“IT’s soHO BAHAD!” Peter 3’s laughter slipped through his hands as he slid down in the seat. The nail technician only smiled up at him, she was used to this.

If Peter 3 thought this was bad now, he had no idea what it would be like when she scrubbed the arch of his foot.

“I’M SO SOHORRY MA’AM! I CAHAN’T-” Peter 3’s bubbly cackles rang out through the salon as he hid his tomato red face even deeper in his hands, “IHIT TIHICKLES! *SNRK*!” Peter 3 laughed so hard he let out a small snort.

Peter 1 and 2 burst out into laughter at his reaction, covering their own mouths as to not add too much noise to what Peter 3 was already contributing.

“Almost done.” The nail technician laughed and removed the pumice stone and placed his feet back in the water before she grabbed a towel.

“Ohoho my gohosh!” Peter 3 caught his breath, “You guhuys did not tell me about thahat!”

“You didn’t ask!” Peter 1 smiled innocently at him.

Peter 3 let out a deep breath and turned to watch the tv again before he felt the lady drying off his feet with the towel and start to lightly massage his calves with lotion.

He couldn’t help but continue to let out small, deep giggles as she worked the lotion into his skin, slightly covering his mouth with his hand and shutting his eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re bad there too!” Peter 2 chuckled, confused how he had missed that spot of Peter 3’s after living with him for a few months now.

“I dihidn’t knohow!” Peter 3 leaned back in the chair, cupping his hands around his face once again.

“I can’t believe we never knew about that spot-” Peter 1 commented and made eye contact with Peter 2.

“We’ll save it for later!” Peter 2 winked at his youngest brother.

“Noho! Noho you wihill not!” Peter 3’s muffled protest came from in between them, making Peter 1 snicker.

“All done.” Peter 3’s nail technician stated and began cleaning up. After a minute or two she motioned for him to stand up out of the chair and thanked him.

Shortly after Peter 1 and 2 were finished and stood up as well. The three of them walked up to the front desk and waited while Peter 2 paid.

“Don’t forget the tip!” Peter 3 reminded him, his cheeks still flushed from the experience.

“Of course,” Peter 2 smirked at his middle brother.

Once he had signed the receipt, the three brothers thanked the workers and walked back out into the street.

“You guys are literally so dead when we get home I hope you know that-” Peter 3 spat out playfully as soon as the salon door closed.

“Uh-huh, sure buddy,” Peter 2 laughed and ruffled his hair again as they walked home.

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A few hours later in the nest:

“I still like this photo a lot,” Peter 1 held his phone up for his brothers to see.

“It is pretty wholesome,” Peter 2 smiled at Peter 3.

“Okay, fine, it is,” He rolled his eyes, “Man, you guys were teasing me relentlessly during that.” He looked up at the ceiling.

“Three-” Peter 1 smirked, “You never asked us to stop.”

“Oh.” Peter 3’s face burned dark red.

Hehehe

nothing fills my heart with more violence than the sight of a naked wrapping paper roll

this is how Cain killed Abel

FUCKING FELT

i cant look at "y/n" and place my own name into it. thats a name on its own. y/n is a character to me

ACTUALLY SOBBING WHAT THE HELL

Good Morning.

Remember what they took from us.