Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
the best guess mv is soooo amazing, I was beaming the whole way through, seeing all the beautiful mascs and butches from all walks of life, the joy on their faces was palpable! Lucy is incredibly talented and this music video is a feast!
I think I am that loser!gf...to be honest š
At least I'm not chopped though
it's 8:40 am right but I'm still sleepy
all I wanna do is lay my head in a pretty girl's lap
or just rest my head between her thighs š
just play with my hair pls pls pls
(I'm a sucker for thighs, big or small, or muscular I really dgaf oh my goodness I'm so single š)
can I big spoon a butch?
idk man, first time for everything š
I would fold INSTANTLY if a butch
would open doors for me
would pull out chairs for me
walk on the outside of the side walk
carry heavy things without having to ask
place a hand on the small of my back
or on my thigh when we're sitting or driving
offer their arm for me when I'm walking in heels or unfamiliar places that make me feel uneasy
hold their coat over my head if we forget the umbrella
like seriously. you got me! I would go home that night kicking my feet and listening to love songs thinking about you. š I love it cause it's literally not a requirement by any means! So when they choose to do it, it's not cause of societal pressure or gender norms, it's truly cause they want!
I've never seen anyone talk about this but
Is it just me?
Like i wouldn't mind packing a lunch for her work day every morning, writing a cute sticky note with maybe a inspirational quote or a quick "have a good day I love you" type of thing.
I depending on her job, I wouldn't mind ironing her clothes, making that collar nice crisp and starchy, and tie on that tie from them every morning. Or help them put on that sharp blazer.
But I'd always love doting on them when her when she gets home too. Undoing her tie, taking off her coat. Kissing her on cheek as I welcome her home. And I tell her I'll run a bath for her to help release all that pent up stress from the day.
Always keep the home soft and cozy. The perfect air freshener, fresh sheets out of the washer, searching on Pinterest in my free-time for the perfect things to add to our home.
On Friday nights we plan little dates at home. We're probably both a bit tired from the week. Maybe going out isn't the best option. So we'll get take out, or prepare something together and we have a little dinner date at home. Then Netflix and chill after of course.
On Saturday morning's she'll wake up to the empty space of where I slept in our bed. But! But~...the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen.
And that day, when we go shopping I'll help her pick a new cologne that will make me go feral. I'll tell her which colors compliment her skin tone, and which outfits make her look handsome.
But we can't leave until I take a trip to Sephora. (I have to! Sue me! I personally believe these products help keep me and nice and pretty just the way she likes me.) I try not to buy a lot but she's not a good influence since she always tries to spoil me.
(part 2?..)
I was gonna send these in someone's DMs but I had no one to share them with š
need a dom fem to put me in my place and let me get myself off by pleasuring her while she tells me if I'm doing a good job or not
shout out to all the butches. i hope you all have a lovely day. i love yall so much. i think I could right a whole paragraph on yall. pls pls pls pls i need one so bad š
just a little wlw fluff..lmk what u think (guys chill on me, only writing experience I have is ap english classes from my highschool days)
Pinch me, I need to be reassured that this isnāt a dream. You know when someone says, "If itās too good to be true, then it is"? God, please donāt let it be true this time. Not this time. It feels too good, it feels too right. If this is a dream, donāt wake me up. Or at least give me 30 more minutes.
But the thing is, itās not a dream, because I just woke up. The sunās shining directly in my eyes no matter which way I turn my head. Great, I feel like a vampire.
I blink a few times, trying to adjust, and as I begin to come back to reality, I feel pressure on my body, warmth wrapped all around me. Thatās when I immediately realize Iām in her arms.
Usually, sheās not this touchy, not this clingy. For example, when we fall asleep, weāre usually just spooning. Sheās not the most affectionate, but she tries. And here she is, unbeknownst to both of us.
Her face is buried in my neck, and I hear her soft inhale and exhale. Her hair sprawls all over the place, tickling my cheek and eye.
Her arms are loosely wrapped around me, but her fingers are purposely interlocked, as if she doesnāt want to let go. Or maybe, as if she doesnāt want me to go.
Half of her body is pressed against mine. This has to be where all the warmth is coming from. Her body heat. And, of course, our legs are tangled under the sheets.
I canāt help but turn my head slightly to face her, but her hair is covering most of her face. She looks so calm, so peaceful, with not a care in the world. Sheās comfortable, and so am I. Well, despite my stiff joints begging to be cracked from a good night's sleep.
Her lips are slightly parted, pink and softākissable. Her lashes, surprisingly long, make her look as graceful as ever, though they also make me a little jealous. Her brows are furrowed just a bit. Could she be dreaming? I hope itās not a bad one.
I gently sweep her hair out of her face, unable to help the smile that spreads across my face as I watch her. The sunlight bathes her face perfectly, creating a glow against the white sheets. Itās almost unbelievable how much satisfaction I get from seeing this view. After all this time, it still makes my heart race and fills me with warmth.
I know sheāll probably say she looks a mess right now, always embarrassed when she wakes up and realizes sheās the clingy one. Sure, she might look a little silly if you really stretch it, but I canāt see her as anything less than perfect. Sorry, not sorry, babe.
I dare not move, not to disturb 1) this view, 2) her peace, and 3) this moment. Sometimes, I canāt believe this is real. She is mine. She likes me. Loves me? Donāt get an ego. I donāt know, but itās everything Iāve ever wanted. My own dream come true.
So, I guess thereās no need for someone to pinch me. This isnāt a dream, itās real. I wake up to her every day and sleep beside her every night. And Iām thankful. So blessed to have her.
I canāt help but kiss her cheek softly, a huge, probably dorky smile on my face. I donāt care. Sue me.
Oh shit...sheās waking up now.
(pls hmu or talk to me, or ask me questions, let's through some ideas around, mdni with my blog thnx š¤)