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I've discovered a new way to cheer up my partner when they're upset. I just flash them and say, "Shh, don't cry. Pierced nipples, okay?" and it works every time.
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Last Saturday of October! This week for Halloween gifts, we finally got to open our stockings. Look at all the spooky treats I got 😍🎃
Adding stockings and a Halloween tree to our established Halloween Witch traditions has been an absolute blast this year. Can't wait for our last present exchange on Thursday 🎉
i think love is stored in nighttime conversations and “did you eat yet” and books left outside your door and “i waited to watch this with you” and splitting something in half to share and “im proud of you” and folded towels and “you can pick” and heads on shoulders and “you’re right, that was shitty. im sorry” and knocks on doors and “DINNER!” and stupid jokes and “hey i got this for you” and coffee made just right and… there are so many ways people say i love you silently every day over and over again if you only listen
Seven years ago, a hot goth walked into my flat for a small get together my flatmate was having. The other guests present that evening were a couple who had been together 5 years at the time.
That fateful night saw that couple break up, because one of the women decided (after only four hours of knowing me) she was in love with me instead of her gf. That was the most wild and uncomfortable social gathering I had ever been involved in, which is really saying something if you know any stories of me in my 20s.
Anyway, all of that is beside the point. Because although the sapphic drama was buckwild, I cannot even remember the name of the woman who professed her love to me.
What I CAN remember is the hot goth, who mostly watched in silent horror as the night unfolded, and yet still decided to be friends with me afterwards. And to this day, they're still my best friend, but around here they're known as Doom Them, my partner and love of my life.
It took a whole load of courage to keep hanging out with me after THAT party was your intro into my wild life. I'm so glad you did. You're my everything, baby. 🥰😌
Happy seven years of knowing each other 😍
[After people asked about it -- the full story of this night is in the reblogs 😮💨]
a comic about cuddles
look one day I’m gonna nestled on my sofa with someone I love, laughing quietly with each other and not even watching whatever movie we put on, and everything will be alright
Been introducing my partner to some of the 90s and 00s movies that really shaped me as a person. It's been an absolute joy to watch the experience these movies for the first time. One of the things I've always wished was possible is to just.... To just have another First Time.
Reading books, or watching movies, or hearing music and being lost in the wonder of it all without knowing what's going to happen. It's so special.
Here's what we've watched so far on this journey:
Neurodivergent buddies, you ever get in a "gimmie attention" sort of mood?
Purely innocent, You just want attention, conversation, interaction. It doesn't have to be about you, you just want to be with people?
It's like being a golden retriever when the person won't throw the ball.
It's so lonely when it happens and nobody's arround.
Hear me out…. How about we just date, fall in love, communicate effectively, respect each other, support each other, and then boom. We get married
Laughing like idiots in bed together is a love language
if you are lucky you will love someone and their hair will thin and their breasts will sag and you will kiss them everywhere over and over again
I was having a conversation with someone who was lamenting over how to maintain attraction to our partners as their bodies change and age and feeling self conscious herself about that process and I was like. we should be so lucky as to see them through these many years as we are seen ourselves. Hope that helps u understand
reminds me of this quote i love
Glasses // Jonathan Coulton
Yesterday was really a testament to how utterly wholesome me and Doom Them are.
They've been listening to tons of new music lately, mostly artists I'm showing them. So I built them a surprise playlist of songs that describe my love for them and flicked them the link while they were at work. When they had some free time, they started listening and sent me a jam link so they could give me live reports on each song. (No surprises, they LOVE the playlist)
After they got home, we had a bit of an impromptu date. Went to the local hot pools that overlook the beach. It was cold enough to really make the pool temp contrast and the sky was totally clear, nothing but stars overhead. We mostly hung out in one of the cooler pools because no one else was in it. I just carried them in my arms and walked laps around the pool while we talked the whole time.
Got home and made a soothe zone (aka bedroom with all accessibility needs and sensory lighting), cuddled up together, and continued our rewatch one of my all-time fave shows (Legend of the Seeker) of all time that I got them hooked on a few years back. When they fell alseep, their hand reached out for me, so I just sat there holding their hand while I read until I went to sleep.
Listen, all I'm saying is -- queer love exists.
i think it shld be more widespread for ppl to read aloud to each other as a means of spending time together. like even just a bunch of adults sitting together reading wikipedia articles or something
"someone who allows you to rest" is the relationship dynamic of all time
A parent that welcomes you back home after things have fallen apart. A best friend whose voice alone who can make you relax. A spouse who convinces you to stay in bed an extra hour and leave the dishes for later. A stranger who sees you tired and gives up their seat on the train. Augh. The humanity of it
I barely talk about it on here, but my partner and I have been avid squishmallow collectors for going on four years now. At the height of our collection, we had about 400 of them.
Now, we've downsized quite a bit (still easily have 200-300). And being friends with us means getting this text every six months or so :
I cannot count how many people we've turned into Squish enthusiasts over the years. It's an utter delight to share them with friends and family.
I got my first one in mid-2020, just a month before my autism dx. They quickly became my main special interest and throughout 2020-2022 I was actively in the squish community online. I traded tons with people overseas, usually regional ones I couldn't get any other way. I made tons of friends via my squish insta account and one quickly became a bff and she even let me directly get ones sent to her as a stopover, then she'd box everything up to ship me in one go (so I didn't have to pay tons of individual international shipping costs).
Squishmallows are a huge part of our lives, both me and Doom Them have our own collections. Our rooms are full of shelves and displays, our media room couches are piled high, and we never leave the house without a friend. I bring squish when I have medical appointments and hospital visits. We've given them names and personalities and voices, they're our children, our friends, our confidants.
I know some people judge us for being late 30s and having huge stuffed animal collections, but this hobby has brought us so much joy and comfort through the years.
All of this is to say, YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT FOREVER. Collect what makes you happy!!!! Toys, stuffed animals, action figures, whatever you want. There are no rules or age limits. Find joy anywhere you can in the darkest timeline.
