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Underrated. Tickling over the clothes first and then sliding your nails underneath and watching the reactions as they realise its So. Much. Worse. The laughter pitches up, the begging starts, they start to struggle a little more... adorable 😘

Bonus points if you can build the anticipation. Those gorgeous moments where you make them watch as you roll up their shirt, or peel off their socks, or pull down the waistband of their pants to get their hips 😉

and then you hear something like…

“you know what i think would cheer you up?”

“uh oh… i think that the tickle monster is here… and they’re hungry for some giggles…”

“i wanna see that sweet smile again! where has it gone? hmmm… let me see if i can find it.”

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Is tickles are wonderful things

My name is Abdulmajid.

I got married one month before the war. Those were beautiful days — full of hope, love, and simple dreams. I dreamed of a small home, a quiet family, and a baby girl I could hold without fear.

But the war came… Suddenly. Brutally.

My mother was killed. My brother was killed. Children in my family were taken by the bombs. My home was destroyed. And my work stopped completely.

Then… in the middle of this nightmare, my baby girl was born. A tiny soul, innocent, unaware of the war. She cries from hunger, from cold, from the sounds of bombs shaking what’s left of our walls.

Today, I’m a father with almost nothing… Fighting every day to find flour, milk, or even a small meal to feed my child.

Prices are sky-high — a single 25kg bag of flour can cost $800. There is no work. No income. No safety. No stability.

I write this from under siege, hoping my heart will reach yours.

Even $1 can make a difference. It can feed a child, buy milk, or bring a moment of peace. Be the heart that reaches Gaza. Be the hand that saves.

📌 Please share this post. Let our voices be heard — not buried under rubble.

Hello, my name is Fahed, and I'm from Gaza. Life here is harder than you can imagine, but today I share my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has given us tremendous strength. This is my daughter, Sahar, speaking in the video. She once hoped to become a doctor.

When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.

But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need for your support, we can get out of this great danger. .

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

There is no safe place. Danger surrounds us from all directions. The bombing is violent every moment, every day. Dozens of women and children are dying. Zero health care, pollution everywhere. Outbreaks of disease and famine that ravage our bodies.

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

$5 may seem small, but to us it makes a difference. And a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️

Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know

Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.

My name is Ahmad , and I am a 14-year-old resident of Khan Younis, within the Gaza Strip. I am reaching out to you in hopes of bringing aid to my family and others in our community during these incredibly challenging times. We are deeply humbled by the generosity and support of those who have already contributed, and words cannot fully convey our gratitude for the hope you have given us in moments when despair feels overwhelming.

My goal is to raise $20,000 to help cover the urgent needs of my family and secure essential supplies for others in our community. The funds will be used to provide for my father, (50 years), my mother, (42 years), my sister (16 years), and various families who are suffering from the crisis.

As winter approaches, we are in desperate need of shelter, warm clothing, food, clean water, and medical supplies. Tents and winter supplies are critical for survival, especially for families with young children and the elderly.

The cost of daily necessities has skyrocketed, and our limited resources are quickly depleting. Access to even the most basic items is increasingly restricted, leaving us to struggle against mounting prices and a scarcity of goods. The recent escalation at Rafah Crossing last May has compounded these challenges, making essential goods prohibitively expensive. Additionally, my father, who was the breadwinner of our family, has lost his job, leaving us in an incredibly fragile situation.

The funds raised will be allocated as follows:

* Purchasing tents and winter supplies for families in need, including my own

* Providing food and clean water for those who are struggling

* Covering basic life necessities such as medical supplies and warm clothing for my family and others in need

We plan to distribute these supplies directly to families in our community, ensuring that your generous donations reach those who require assistance the most.

Thank you for your patience, compassion, and unwavering humanity. Your support means the world to us, providing a glimmer of hope as we brace ourselves against these relentless hardships. Your kindness has become a beacon of light, helping us face the harsh reality of our daily lives.

With heartfelt appreciation.

Vetted!!!

This one goes out to the wonderful @phantomtickles 😍😘🥰

Warning: heavily implied NSFW, kissing, making out, sexy touching

They gently laid on top of me and kissed my cheek. I wrapped my arms around them and pulled them in closer. The weight of them on top of me eased and comforted me. I relaxed under them and sighed contently as they ran their fingers through my hair.

We exchanged kisses back and forth before locking our lips. I felt their hands caress my hips and thighs, and I lightly moaned into them. They kept touching me as they lips moved down towards a side of my neck. I bit my lip to contain the giggles as they kissed and sucked on the spot, but a couple escaped once I felt their tongue.

“What? Why are you laughing?” They smiled and kissed my cheek. I blushed bright pink and felt too shy to answer.

“Did I do something funny? C’mon what is it?” They kissed my forehead and gazed into my eyes, pretending to check their nonexistent watch every now and then.

“It tickles…” I whispered before hiding under my hands.

“Please don’t hide. You’re so quiet. One more time.” They kissed the back of my hands.

“Ihihihit tihihickles!” I whined without removing my hands. All I heard was silence for the next few seconds and I peeked through my fingers to see a smirk on their face before suddenly feeling their fingers flickering at both sides of my neck. My hands fell limp to my sides as I squealed and giggled hysterically.

“Aaaaaaaaaack! Hey! Hehehehey! Ahahahaha thahahahahat tihihihickles!” I squealed and whined.

“Ya don’t say.” They snickered at my giggly state.

“Thihihis isn’t fuhuhunny!” I giggled through my words.

“Then why are you laughing?” They teased.

“You know whahahahahahat you’re doing to mehehehehehe.” I squirmed under them.

“Oh I do, do I? Hold still for me.” Their hands pinned my wrists to my sides and their lips slowly kissed into my neck. I burst into hard laughter, kicking my feet. As ticklish as it was, I didn’t want them to stop. Their lips pressed into my skin sent butterflies to my stomach and I felt my cheeks hurt for smiling and laughing so much.

They paused and looked at me with a chuckle.

“Are you alright?” They stroked the hair out of my face. I shyly nodded and they kissed both of my cheeks, but I leaned in and kissed a side of their neck. I gasped as I watched them scrunch their neck and giggle before their eyes widened.