Tinypissyfairy - You Must Be THIS TALL To Read This Blog

I would definitely get nailed by listening to the 15 year old mp3 player I stole 14 years ago too loudly. Giant all like “that sincerely sounds like a Bulgarian goat bladder bagpipe orchestra coming from behind the towel closet”.

Reblog with how you think you’d get caught as a borrower.

I’ll go first.

I’d get caught because I’d be lonely and then risk my life trying to secretly hug the human. That or, I’d get caught trying to take a whole cookie for myself.

it’s snowing in the woods.

the trees are so full of snow, it’s as if their leaves have come back white, branches encased in a frigid cocoon. it’s quiet, aside from the wind’s howl. the currents of the forest have slowed to a crawl. nothing travels far. i do as i always do in these storms: check for little things. sometimes it’s an injured deer, a bear whose cave has collapsed, or—my favorite—a little lost traveler. huddled beneath the frosted branches, they always freeze when they see me: emerging from the swirling snow as a towering bundle of woven layers, snowflakes settled on my head like a frozen crown. sometimes they run, when they see me. they never get far, wading through waist or chest deep snow, limbs sluggish and stiff. sometimes they hide, climbing into trees or burying themselves between roots—and it takes some coaxing to convince them to leave their temporary safety for something more secure. sometimes, they come entirely willingly, collapsing into open hands, curling against upturned palms and clinging to warm fingers, melting the snow from their frozen faces. no matter how they initially react, they find themselves given murmured promises of shelter as they’re tucked between the folds of thick wool. if there is any struggle left, this is where it usually calms. between the blizzard and the giant, they tend to pick the latter. the weather has no compassion for little things, or anything at all. it is not its job, to be compassionate. but the little things are safe with me, shielded as i carry on my search, heavy heartbeat drowning out the wind’s howl through the sea of trees.

it’s snowing in the woods, but there is nothing to fear; i’ll keep the cold at bay.

You’re relaxing… you feel at peace.

Sitting in your giant friend or s/o’s cupped hands, close to their chest, as they take a walk through the park.

You feel the warmth from their body engulfing you… protecting you from the slightly chilly, beginning of spring, weather.

You see trees, larger than life, starting to bloom above you both. You smell flowers, some of which you sneeze at because of the pollen.

Your giant partner silently awes at your tiny little sneezes, they think you are the most adorable little thing they’ve ever seen.

You eventually return home… your partner setting you on the kitchen counter while they take off their jacket. You smile at them. You smile wide.

“Why are you smiling at me like that?”

“Because there’s no one I’d rather be with.”

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.

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.