Tinypissyfairy - You Must Be THIS TALL To Read This Blog

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Amber had been trying to motivate him out of bed, but she ended up slumped against it, knees propped up, with a groggy teddy-bear sized Jules in her lap.

“what are you thinkin’ about, little guy?”

He grumbled against her chest as she ran a finger through his hair. “I have to study. For exams.”

She hummed sympathetically. “I’ll help you.”

“But you have your own thing.”

“I finished early.”

He pulled back to give her a hopeful glance, before sinking back against her legs. “I don’t want to eat into your free time.”

Amber curled up tighter to press him into her, pressing a warm kiss to his forehead. “You’re my free time, tinkerbell. Let me help you.”

Her hair fell around him and he pushed it out of his face, giggling. “Not tinkerbell-,”

“Like that one?”

“God, no.”

“There’s more where that came from.”

“Anything tasteful?”

“Tom thumb.”

“Hm.”

“Thumbelina.”

“those are basically the same thing.”

“Pipsqueak?” He blushed but recoiled. “How about…my love? Little dove? Darling? Little mouse?” She loomed above him, elbows on her knees. “Morsel?” She purred. Jules probably didn’t even realize he was shrinking until she tilted his chin up with a finger to see his face, flush and rosy with a smile he was failing to suppress. “Ahh. Gotcha.”

He rolled his eyes, peeling away from her gaze, arms trying to hide himself. “You can’t just do that.”

“I can do whatever i want, I’m a giant.” She shifted down the side of bed, making him stumble against her.

“You’re cruel.” He propped himself up on her belly.

“You’re pretty.” Her teasing grin faltered for a moment. She’d meant it to throw him off, but she found herself meaning it. The little man in her lap was used to her teasing, but his shell cracked easily, green eyes widening under tousled blonde hair.

He stammered. “I thought you were trying to get me out of bed.”

She took another moment, breath slowing, before a more genuine smile tugged at her lips. “That’s right. You can stare star-struck into my eyes as i make breakfast.”

Jules scoffed and climbed into her awaiting hand, where he stumbled and caught himself on her fingers as she rose to her feet. She could tell his energy was already draining.

He sunk sleepily against her neck as she placed him on her shoulder. “Thank you for helping me.” He said quietly. Amber didn’t pause as she donned her slippers before stepping into the cold kitchen, chuckling softly.

“I love you. You’re not my burden.”

OK BUT I DO IMAGINE THAT ALREADY ALL THE TIME

stares at cham's accurate height bagley and obermann drawings. thinks abt how big cam would be in the gtms au. has 2 go breathe into a paper bag for a bit.

OK. With one relationship therapist, I admitted that I like giant women. She says, oh, like 300 pounds? I say, no, like 300 feet. And she looked at me like my head was on backwards. She was wholly unable to process the information. That having been said, my personal therapist was unfazed, and in fact during one depressive episode she ended a session by saying, you know what, this weekend, BE two inches tall. I said, if that happens you will never see me again. We both laughed. I stopped laughing and stared at her. She kept laughing until she saw my face.

I low key think it’s absolutely fascinating to hear what “preferences” someone has within G/t. Like…not just F/m, M/m, etc., but also preferences on how tall a Giant should be/small a Tiny should be, personality traits for either, romantic or platonic or familial, Tiny in a Human world (making the Humans the Giants) vs. Giant in a Human world (making the Humans the Tinies).

Maybe it’s just the psychology stuff I’ve studied? But this stuff fascinates me.

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digital shenanigans ... the idea of borrowers on social media is so funny to me

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