It just feels like you put your own needs over other people’s sometimes!!
Consider: guillotine
For whom
the sayer of such bullshitery
Unfortunately twas my sister and I like her a fair bit too much for guillotine
I thought that said that you put others needs before your own…
I’m usually decent at not doing that. Gotta put ur own oxygen mask on before assisting others ✈️
It just feels like you put your own needs over other people’s sometimes!!
Consider: guillotine
For whom
the sayer of such bullshitery
Unfortunately twas my sister and I like her a fair bit too much for guillotine
Casual dominance is so fucking gay, especially when it's wrapped up in that soft, affectionate, “you're my girl and I'm going to take care of you” energy.
I want you to casually pull me onto your lap like that's simply where I belong. One moment I'm standing beside you, the next you've got me settled against you, your arms around me while I'm sitting there blushing like an idiot.
I want you to gently take my chin and make me look at you when I'm being shy. That little “eyes on me, pretty girl” would absolutely destroy me.
I want that hand on my back when we're walking together, guiding me through a crowd and keeping me close. Maybe occasionally giving me a little nudge forward with a quiet “come on, sweetheart.” It's such a tiny thing, but I'd melt.
And pet names. Call me your girl. Call me pretty girl. Call me beautiful. Call me your sweetheart or your little darling. Give me those affectionate little titles that make my trans heart go completely fuzzy because I know exactly how much I adore hearing them from you.
And please, head pats. Give me those little pats on the head when I've done something good. Run your fingers through my hair and tell me I'm being a good girl. Watch me immediately become the happiest, most flustered little creature imaginable.
I want the affection to be possessive in that soft, romantic way too. Holding my hand while we're walking, pulling me against your side, casually kissing my forehead or cheek, and occasionally giving me a little kiss in public just because you can.
It's that beautiful combination of dominance and tenderness that gets me. You aren't just taking charge, you’re making me feel adored. Like I'm your pretty girl, your sweetheart, your lover, and your little pet all at once.
Basically, I want the kind of woman who can look at her blushing trans girlfriend, give her a gentle head pat, hold out her hand and simply say, “Come here, pretty girl.”
And unfortunately for me, I will be coming over immediately.
the ramen that will kill all of Minnesota
(it has two teaspoons of paprika, a tablespoon of hot sauce, and a few sprinkles cayenne pepper, and some spoonfuls of mayo)
why would you. mix spice with mayo.
you don’t?!?! It’s pretty common….
I have the spice tolerance of a very rich ill victorian child who doesn't know what the sun looks like.
you would die if you ate anything that i cook
i use at least 5+ spices in every dish
AAAAUGH GET AWAY BEGONE
also i can down three spoonfuls of hot sauce and not even flinch
I use the entire buldak sauce packet
i can’t handle hot cheetos 😔😔 (i’m whiter than snow btw)
damn gurl u don’t gotta call me out on national tv
"did you just dull my sparkle" is immediately going in my phrase library
just witnessed something devastating
guy on the subway with one ear pierced, little gold hoop. other guy on the subway very quickly and subtly googling "which one is the gay ear". it is not the gay ear. visible disappointment on his face as he puts his phone away.
I'm trying to prove something.
Reblog if your blog is a safe place for asexuals.
Me when the punishment might befot the crume
