Both of them are weak to belly tickles, Kevvy moreso than Gabriel. Kevin’s naval will have him absolutely pleading.
Gabriel can’t stand having his ears tickled, but he’ll succumb to begging if the base of his wings are tormented.
2.are wake up tickles a thing?
Poor poor Kevin…lol
3.do they react differently to different people tickling them?
Kevin, being the smol boy that he is, has gotten used to the Bunker Fam tickling him silly and generally reacts the same.
Gabriel has a soft spot for Kevin and Charlie especially, and makes sure to be extra careful with those pets and allows them to have their fun until he grows bored of receiving. With anyone else, though, his reactions are borderline violent since he has to be pretty well restrained/hampered to be at anyone’s mercy.
4.whats they’re laugh like?
Kevin is endearingly high pitched and on the verge of desperate at practically all times.
Gabriel is stubborn and holds out as long as he can, then it’s a mix of panicked conversations and full, happy-sounding laughter.
5.are they embarrassed that they’re ticklish
Kevin used to be but now it’s a waste of energy XD Though he does still become shy if tickled in public or around new people.
Gabriel is weird because he genuinely enjoys being tickled, because it’s a glorious form of chaos that is mostly harmless, but at the same time cannot tolerate feeling vulnerable. So to a point, yes
6.do they seek revenge after being tickled?
Normally Kevin is too physically exhausted afterward to even contemplate revenge, but there are times where he’ll play the long con and put days/weeks/months/years of tickle vengeance into one act.
Gabriel, on the other hand, seeks instant revenge. Predictably every single time.
7.do they squirm a lot?
They are both thrashers
8.does verbal teasing make it worse?
Yes in different ways. For Kevin, being teasy about his ticklishness or making him choose or talking as if he’s not falling into hysterics will make it way worse.
For Gabriel, taunting how someone so mighty could be taken down with tickling will drive him insane.
So I’ve been meaning to do this since ummmm January and here it is: my review of the wonderful bootwings by winneganfake! I fucking love these.
I’m obviously awkward as hell in this video but please ignore this and focus on what’s important: winged shoes!! Hopefully this inspires some of you to check these out. :) (xtoxictears – have you seen these yet?!)
( Hey! I hope this isn't rude of me, since we both have the same muse, but could you suggest some roleplayers to me? Since I was on my other League acc here a lot seem to have deactivated and finding people again is hard. ;w; )
( I definitely should be the last person you should ask me this mainly because I barely know anyone and if I do—I forget their URL haha OTL But let’s see what I can do… ; u ; SORRY IF I MISS OUT OTHERS—I’M JUST TYPING URLS THAT I CAN REMEMBER!
Okay, so between that last post and this I went away and actually downloaded and read Lena Dunham’s book, all 227 pages of it, so this is a mass response to all the hysterical lemmings presently filling up my inbox with hyperbolic, click-bait-informed drivel, who clearly haven’t.
On page 23, Dunham writes how, until the age of seventeen, she used to always share a bed with her younger sister Grace, who she doted on, as “she was afraid to sleep alone and would begin asking me around 5pm every day whether she could sleep with me”. Dunham would pretend to say no then always give in, since “Grace had the comforting, sleep-inducing properties of a hot water bottle or a cat.”
So as Dunham went through puberty, there was always another person asleep in the same bed as her as she grew up, “read Anne Sexton, watched reruns of SNL, sometimes even slipped my hand into my underwear to figure some stuff out.”
That’s it. That’s the entirety of that story: She shared a bed with her baby sister because her baby sister kept nagging her to do so, and sometimes quietly had a wank after that baby sister was asleep.
So how in God’s name do we get from that to “TEN YEARS OF SUSTAINED SEXUAL ABUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!” you fucking morons?
The only other passage considered ‘controversial’ and fuss-worthy appears on page 110, and I will reproduce it in its entirety here:
“Do we all have uteruses?” I asked my mother when I was seven. [my italics]
“Yes,” she told me. “We’re born with them, and with all our eggs, but they start out very small. And they aren’t ready to make babies until we’re older.” I looked at my sister, now a slim, tough one-year-old, and at her tiny belly. I imagined her eggs inside her, like the sack of spider eggs in Charlotte’s Web, and her uterus, the size of a thimble.
“Does her vagina look like mine?”
“I guess so,” my mother said. Just smaller.“
One day, as I sat in our driveway in Long Island playing with blocks and buckets, my curiosity got the best of me. Grace was sitting up, babbling and smiling, and I leaned down between her legs and carefully spread open her vagina. She didn’t resist, and when I saw what was inside I shrieked.
My mother came running. "Mama! Mama! Grace has something in there!”
My mother didn’t bother asking why I had opened Grace’s vagina. This was just within the spectum of things that I did. She just got on her knees and looked for herself. It quickly became apparent that Grace had stuffed six or seven pebbles in there. My mother removed them patiently while Grace cackled, thrilled that her prank had been such a success.“
Once again:that’s it. There IS no more to the story, it is never referred to again, and if you’ve read the book you’ll know that’s the case.
But somehow, through the wonders of tumblr SJW chinese-whispering, this is magically transformed into (and I’m quoting from my inbox here)
”Lena Dunham was actually sexually abusing her sister. This was done in a period of years.“
"Lena continued abusing her sister until she was like 16 or 17. She has no excuse.”
“COERCING AND TRICKING A TODDLER INTO SEXUAL ACTIVITIES!!!”
“I hope someone molests you you sick fuck,”
Listen: if you really have gotten to the point where your head is so messed up by feminist scaremongering that you find even a child sharing a bed with their sister or brother or mother or father 'creepy’ and 'suspect’, if you presume abuse in any and all simple, basic human contact, then YOU are the problem. YOU. YOU are the enemy of all that is still human in the world.
And if you are someone usually opposed to feminists making up shit like this about anyone that opposes them then you should be ashamed, because here you are being just as bad as them.
I’ve been on tumblr going on two years now, and I’ve seen a lot of outrageous lies and cynically cultivated hysteria, but this is literally the first time I’ve actually lost my temper for real, and the fact that there are so many people want to spread such twisted, malicious hatred, and the fact that there are so many people want to line up to swallow it, hook line and sinker, makes me want to just give it all up for good, along with any hope for the human race.
Think about how YOU would feel if someone were to start such disgusting, unfounded rumors about YOU being a paedophile with no proof whatsoever. Seriously: think about it. Put yourself in those shoes. Because we live in a world now in which it COULD happen to you, out of the blue and at any time, and if you are the ones gleefully spreading this foul hatred then THAT IS YOUR FAULT. YOU ARE TO BLAME.
Stop treating the lives of people you’ve never even met like flies to torment and pull wings off. Start behaving like a decent human being. And grow the fuck up, you mean-spirited, ridiculous imbecilic puppet-children, you.