We Should Make T-shirts Saying "I Survived The Barbie Tickle Scene 2023"

We should make t-shirts saying "I survived the Barbie tickle scene 2023"

HAHA I choked on my breakfast, that's actually genius😂 I would fictively wear that !!! 😂😂😂 but yeah through the collective suffering we definitely bond as a community

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Picrew

little guy maker

little guy maker / ちっちゃいメーカー my third picrew :0 (first two were years old, ive since deleted them) please credit @reelrollsweat on tumbl

Please do it you guys 🥹

i think mine’s absolutely adorable look!! it looks so much like me hahaha

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You know what? Im sick of this shit.

Tickling is NOT a kink/fetish for everyone. Stop saying it is.

Here, for everyone who really needs proof.

Reblog if tickling is NOT a kink for you.

Looking Good

Summary: Peter 1 hates himself and MJ reminds him just how amazing he is ❤️

(First fic with Michelle Jones! ❤️ Zendaya characters still terrify me to write because I don't think I can do her characters the justice they deserve, but it doesn't hurt to try ❤️ This is for the one Anon who asked about Peter 1's MJ :) Also, I had to play on the fact Zendaya is 5'10 while Tom is only 5'7 😁 Enjoy!)

Peter studied himself in the mirror. He had always been grateful for the spider bite muscles and worked hard to maintain them, but he still felt self conscious about his looks. He was skinny but didn't have the height to pull it off. He had the muscle build but the wrong facial structure to go with it.

He was just forever a skinny, awkward teenager.

As he continued to study his body, another figure stepped into the doorway of his bedroom. "Peter?"

The young teen whirled around. "MJ!"

The taller teen smiled at her boyfriend before her eyes trailed down to his bare upper half.

Peter blushed as he wrapped the shirt in his hands around his body like a towel. "Hey! Hey. W-what's up?"

MJ furrowed her eyebrows as she studied her boyfriend's face. "Peter, everything okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?"

"Because that's not how you wear a shirt."

"What do you mean?"

MJ raised one eyebrow.

Peter cleared his throat as he turned away. "Yeah I-I guess you're right."

While he moved to pull the shirt on over his head, MJ stepped further into the room. "Sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?"

One whirled back around to his girlfriend. "No way! You could never make me feel uncomfortable."

"Are you sure? You seem really tense."

"It has nothing to do with you MJ. I promise."

The taller female wasn't ready to let the subject go just yet. "Did something happen?"

Peter scoffed. "Absolutely nothing."

"Peter."

One looked up at his girlfriend with no vocal response.

"Peter, please?"

After a moment of silence, Peter finally responded. "I don't know. I just wish . . . I was better looking."

"What are you going on about?" MJ wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's shoulders.

"I wish I was taller."

MJ smiled. "No you don't. You'd have a higher chance of hitting your face more than you already do."

This managed to pull a smile out of the teen. "I wish my face looked better."

"What?" The taller teen couldn't resist smushing her boyfriend's face with one hand. "This adorable little face right here?"

Peter playfully pulled away. "Ihim serious."

"Pete, listen to me." MJ pressed her forehead against his. "I don't care if there were a million different versions of Peter out there. You will always be my favorite. Looks have nothing to do with it by the way. Those are just an added bonus."

Although MJ wanted to boost her boyfriend's self-esteem, he still seemed unsure of her compliments. The taller of the two wracked her brain for a cheerup when a wonderful idea suddenly made her grin. She knew something that was sure to put a smile on her boyfriend's face.

MJ led Peter over to his bed and sat down. "If you won't believe my words then I'll just have to show you how amazing you are."

"What are you up to?" Peter asked suspiciously.

"You'll see." MJ pulled her boyfriend toward her. "Come here."

Although he was still suspicious, Peter let his girlfriend pull him between her legs and rest his back against her chest. "If you wanted to cuddle you could have just asked."

"Where's the fun in that?" The taller teen wrapped Peter in a hug. "Plus I didn't think you'd willingly be the little spoon."

Peter's blush reappeared. "I like being the little spoon."

"I'll remember that." MJ snuggled closer to her boyfriend. "But now you need to listen to me compliment you on how amazing you are."

The smaller teen groaned. "I could get free."

"But you won't. I know you won't."

"You're such a jerk Michelle Jones."

While Peter was distracted, MJ slipped a hand under his shirt. "No. I just know how to put a smile on your face."

The smaller male's eyes widened. "What are you---?"

MJ started spidering her hand across One's tummy. "Nothing."

Peter squeaked before dissolving into giggles. "Ehem Jahay."

"What was this negative talk you were saying about yourself? About your looks?" The taller teen let her finger lazily trace her boyfriend's abs. "Because I could trace these abs all day."

"Nohoho! Dohont yohou dahare!"

"Just think, if you were any taller, you wouldn't fit so perfectly in my lap."

Peter didn't respond. He was too busy giggling from the finger gliding around and around his hyper ticklish stomach. However, he had yet to move her hand or squim away from her either.

MJ lifted her other hand to scratch under his chin. "And if your face was any different, your smile wouldn't look right."

Peter's giggles became higher pitched from the affection.

Now the taller teen's finger circled her boyfriend's belly button. "You know, you and your belly button have a lot in common."

"Nohoho!"

"Yeeees," MJ teased as she ran her nail around the rim of his belly button. "You're both tiny and cute, you went through a lot to get here, and you're both so very important."

"Whahat?"

"Well, your belly button gave you a lot of nutrients in the womb. Now your torso looks incomplete without it." MJ finally paused her tracing. "And now my life would look incomplete without my tiny and cute little boyfriend."

Peter collapsed into a puddle of giggles, but the grin never left his face.

"Yeah, my life wouldn't be the same without you Peter Benjamin Parker."

With two of her fingers, MJ gently lifted her boyfriend's chin so she could give him a kiss on the lips. Both of them stayed quiet as the kiss lingered on, MJ's hand laying still on Peter's tummy.

Once the two pulled away, the taller of the two brought her hand up to run her fingers through her boyfriend's hair. "Feeling better about yourself?"

"Aha littlehel." The blush on Peter's cheeks darkened. "Think Ihi mihight neheed some extraha persuahasihion?"

"Oh absolutely." MJ immediately started dragging her nails across Peter's tummy with the lightest touch ever just to drive him up in pitch. "You're too stubborn to give up right away."

And for several minutes, MJ 'persuaded' her boyfriend to see just how amazing he really was.

Stuck between an engine and a hard place

I just started getting into the sequel Star Wars trilogy (I’m in the middle of the final one lol) and I so badly wanted to write this. Particularly for Poe Dameron because I love him so much and he was my favorite character from those movies lol. I also love Rey and thought she was pretty cool as well! I like their chemistry together and I think they make an awesome duo. (Also just to mention the title was supposed to be a play on words for the saying “stuck in a rock and a hard place” just in case no one picked up on it haha

Poe didn’t expect things to end up this way. One moment he was trying to fix up his X-wing (It had taken a few blows during the last time he took it out to a fight). The next moment, he gets stuck under one of the lower Fusial Thrust Engines, the part that had fallen on him along with the rest of the ship. He had the ship propped up when he was working underneath one of the lower engines but he guessed it didn’t hold very well. No matter how hard he pushed the ship was just too heavy. With a sigh he took defeat. He was stuck.

He had just began debating wether to call out for help or not when Rey found him. “Poe what are you doing down there?” She asked curiously. “Oh nothing just taking a quick break.” He explained sarcastically, “what the hell does it look like I’m doing Rey!?” He added roughly, once more trying but failing to push the engine off of him. Rey rolled her eyes at him fondly and knelt down, “Alright, I’m going to try and pull you out. Don’t move.” She instructed.

She tried to pull at his arms with all her strength, but it didn’t help. “This is tricky,” she admitted. She thought for a moment and then, without any warning, hooked her fingers into his armpits, attempting to hoist him out from underneath. However, this resulted in quite a curious reaction. Poe almost immediately flinched, and let out a noise that Rey could distinctly recognize as a squeak. She saw him, with a bit of difficulty, fighting back a smile. She could tell he instinctively tried to clamp his arms to his sides, but since the engine was on him to his chest, his arms were basically stuck upwards.

It was then that Poe realized how vulnerable he was in this position. “C-can’t you just use the force to lift this off me?” Poe suggested nervously, desperately trying to wave off what just happened. Rey however, wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass so easily. “Poe Dameron, the toughest and most skilled pilot in the resistance, is ticklish?” She asked with a smirk. “Rey, you get me out of this or else!” Poe demanded, not fully knowing what to say to this. No matter what he said his fate was sealed. “Or else what?” Rey’s smirk grew wider.

Before Poe could retort back, Rey gently wiggled her fingers into his exposed underarms. Poe flinched again, and this time bursted into high pitched, uncontrollable and bubbly laughter. “Rehehey dohohont!!!” He protested, squirming around under the trap he was in, even if it didn’t do him any good whatsoever. “I think you ought to be punished for never telling me this about you Dameron.” Rey said, and Poe could swear he heard mischief in her voice. “Rehehey! Rehehey plehehease AHAHAHAHA WAHAHAHITTT!!!!” He erupted into hysterical belly laughter when she suddenly began digging her fingers deep into his armpits.

Poe writhed around desperately. He knew he couldn’t clamp his arms down for protection, but even so found his arms hitting against the engine as if it would magically disappear. “Someone’s really ticklish, huh?” Rey teased. Her fingers never leaving the hypersensitive spot. “REHEHEY GEHEHEHET OHOHOUHUT OHOHF THEHEHRE!!!” Poe screeched out through his desperate hysterics. Eventually the sensations became too unbearable and his laughter went silent. Rey finally stopped, noticing him reaching his limit, and retracted her hands.

“I hahate you…” Poe complained, trying to catch his breath. “Careful! You’re in the vulnerable position here.” She said, wiggling her fingers in his face. “Fihine just get me out!!!” Poe said pleadingly. Rey then put her hand out and shut her eyes. The next thing Poe knew, the whole X-wing was being lifted in the air with the force. He scrambled out through the freed up space.

“Thanks.” He told her. “Anytime,” Rey replied with a smile. “Funny how these kind of situations can teach you new things about others though. Wonder where else you’re ticklish…” Rey wiggled his fingers at him. Poes eyes widened, “No! Get away!!!” And he took off, with the female Jedi running after him. This was going to be a loooong day.

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