What's A Babysitter In The Agere Community And What Tips Can They Use.?

So are you in the mood for the type of tickling where I ask you "could you be good for me and let me tickle you here?" and say "It tickles? I can be a bit slower if you want."?

Or are you in the mood for the type of tickling where I go for your death spot without any warnings and smile with you as I tickle you, because you're so cute and ticklish like this?

If anyone wants me to say my opinion on a character with this bingo

“solangelo is patrochilles reincarnate this, solangelo is orpheus and eurydice reincarnate that”

solangelo is hyacinthus and apollo

ruegard is patrochilles

valgrace is orpheus and eurydice

percabeth is odysseus and penelope

As the year is ending soon... this is your friendly reminder that you didn’t waste your year. any moments of happiness or comfort, any small accomplishments, they all matter. this has been a really hard year, and simply surviving is something to be proud of. 🤎

Please reblog this if you believe that people under the age of 18 still need to have privacy and being a minor does not invalidate their feelings/need to have a safe space.

somehow I got 95/20 on an assignment

I hope they never fix it and leave it this way forever

Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

*sends a message* they hate me they hate me they hate me they hate m *gets a reply* oh hey cool! *types something back* they hate me they hate me they h

my mom says she’s not a hugger. but when i put my arms around her on a gloomy day or after bad news she’s the last to let go. my dad says he doesn’t want gifts on his birthday, but i see the way his face light up when i get him a card with a nice message and a box full of chocolate anyway. he’s just a kid inside, still. it makes him giddy. my brother never says i love you. but when i tell him “i just need to finish the dishes before i vacuum!” he wordlessly goes to vacuum the entire house before i can, and if he sees me struggle with a wrapper or a jar or a bottle he mutters ‘c’mere’ and opens it for me without even sparing me a glance. the thing is, people love you quietly, and you love them quietly, and the air is buzzing with tiny but grand gestures & once you look for them, you find them everywhere. i think that’s really beautiful.

I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook

I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat.