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Random Late Night Thoughts

I have many favorite types of giants, but recently I’ve been really loving those giants that eat tinies just because they can :) That giant who sees a tiny and immediately thinks, “Oh look. Food.” The giant that thinks nothing of their tiny but as another snack, or maybe a very delicious toy, but only for a while, something to dominate and then swallow. The giant that holds a hand to their stomach to feel the tiny struggle inside, and perhaps causing this tiny to feel sheer terror is the cake, and getting a snack out of it is just the extra icing.

That giant that looms over you when they spot you, like THEIR BODY LITERALLY CASTS A SHADOW OVER YOURS, and the fact that they’re blocking the sun douses you with cold fear because you know what’s coming next. Those giants that get a rush from seeing you tremble at the sight of them; they love it so much their lips spread into a smile, revealing those rows of pearly white teeth that make your heart skip a beat.

Perhaps they’re the type of giant to tease you with a seemingly innocent one liner.

“Oh? What’s such a little thing like you doing out here all alone?” Or maybe “You’re so small, I almost didn’t see you down there,” and as they bend down to pick you up, your instincts tell you to run, but you barely manage a few steps back before they’re much too near for you to escape, yet you still try, even though that smile on their face is telling you that they won’t let you you get far. You turn to run, barely managing to stumble out of the reach of their huge, grabby fingers, but this single victory doesn’t last long as their hand wraps around you and lifts you from the floor, until there’s nothing but air beneath your feet.

“Where are you going little one?” He might ask, his grip around you too tight to answer, and he lets out a low chuckle as he rises back up to his full height. “Don’t you want to stay and play awhile?”

And maybe he adds, “And aren’t you the perfect little size for a midday snack?”

Your body freezes in his hand. Fear surges throughout your body, telling you to escape, but where to? How are you supposed to run when your body won’t listen to you and literally cannot move?

And he holds you up to his mouth, smiling hungrily as his tongue swipes across his lips in anticipation, and he lets out a soft sigh. “Mmmmmfuck, you’re gonna taste so good.”

He throws his head back and dangles you above his smirking lips, which part neatly to reveal strings of saliva clinging to the roof of his mouth. From this terrifying angle, you can see inside of it perfectly: between his rows of pearly teeth, to his outstretched tongue like a red carpet, waiting to welcome you into that warm, pink cave that’s hungering for you, that’s craving you, all the way to the back of his mouth, where the light turns to dark and leads down a path to your demise and similarly, his satisfaction.

A low “ah,” bubbles up from the back of his throat as he lowers you into it, which snaps you out of your thoughts, and you squirm between his fingers, shrieking as you get closer and closer.

You can’t. You can’t let him put you in there.

You push and kick at his plush lips and slap at his fingers until you’re forced into his mouth and he closes his lips over you, but you can’t give up here. It’s hot, humid, damp, disgusting, and you just want him to open his mouth and let you out of here. If anything you wish he’d do it on his own, because the delighted noises he’s making sounds like he’s enjoying it: your struggle against his tongue, tasting you, squishing you against his palate, sucking on you and rolling you around the confines of his mouth like a piece of hard candy, and you can just hope he won’t trap you between his teeth. Through frustration and fear you try to fight back, although you know it’s useless, kicking at the hollows of his cheeks and gripping on to his tongue, trying your hardest to ignore the growls of his empty stomach from below and the deep chuckles that reverberate around you, a manifestation of his amusement as though he knows he’s already won this battle.

“Mmm so yummy…”

“Feisty, aren’t you?”

“Relax, you’re going down anyway.”

He’s the type of giant that won’t listen to you plead, beg, or curse as he pushes you to the back of his mouth and holds you there, your feet at the edge of his throat, your tiny fingers slick with saliva grasping for anything that you can reach, begging him not to swallow you, but that dream was just a dream, and with a simple flick of his tongue, he gulps with you down without so much of a second thought, even though your hands are still looking for something to hold on to to keep you from slipping down further as you’re forced down the slimy walls of his throat, shrieking in horror as the light from his mouth fades to black, and the sound of his heartbeat echoes around you.

He’s the type of giant that lets out a large, satisfied sigh as you slide into his empty stomach, and you push against the crowding walls, pound against them, unknowing that it feels heavenly to him, and he’s urging you to continue. He’s the type of giant that gives a soft pat to his gurgling belly as you struggle from deep within, and continues on with his day until he forgets all about you and finds another tiny to swallow. But he does hope you enjoyed your little journey. He surely enjoyed it.

Having Pride (Response)

A response to the “Having Pride” YouTube video by @thatsthat24

I'm crying and my hands are shaky so apologies in advance for my typing skills. Also apologises for my tangents, I’ll try to keep them in brackets.

OK, Here goes …

I’m sitting here at 23:22 on my bed. It’s another rainy night in Halifax (for which I am thankful because humidity is Satan). Anyway, I’m here on my bed having just watched this amazing YouTube video twice over. And I’m just balling my eyes out, then I catch myself, and then I start balling again. Halifax and I have this in common today: tears of Pride. And there’s no stopping the tears – (because I’m an overly sensitive mess who once cried because my dad wouldn’t talk to my grandfather on the phone. I mean that was PMS on my part. But it’s still an example of how unnecessarily over-emotional I can get so sorry) – so I’m going to try to power through it.

I LOVE THIS VIDEO SO MUCH! Like, seriously. I love everything about it. I like how casual it is, and how honest it is, and how personal it is. I love it all. – (Gah, What can I say? I don’t have any criticisms or anything. I just love it. Plain and simply. It is beautiful. And I’m probably going to watch it a few more times tonight and cry while doing so because it’s just beautiful.) – I guess I would like to thank each and every one of you for being in this video, on behalf of myself and others.

While you didn’t influence my coming out, your videos have definitely helped me to further explore and embrace my sexuality – I was identifying as bisexual prior to this February when I found pansexual to be a better fit. I’ve not been a fan since your Vine days, yet you are so welcoming that doesn’t seem to matter. I came across your content when my mental health was dead in the gutter and you – along with my meds too, I guess – have really helped me feel better about myself, both in relation to my sexuality and mental health.

It has largely been due to the Fanders community that I have found other LGBTQ+ people. I’m currently living in Halifax with crippling social anxiety while my friends and family live in Ontario, so having the support of this wonderful online community is monumental. I finally feel like an active member of the LGBTQ+ community, even if it’s just online. And that is something I’ve never felt before. I’ve never before felt like I was allowed to call myself LGBTQ+ because I spent years denying my attraction to women and nonbinary individuals and I am straight-passing much of the time, additionally, apart from my best friends I didn’t really know any LGBTQ+ people in my life. And thanks to this fandom community that surrounds you, most of these people I’ve met online are LGBTQ+, and that’s incredible!

Oh crap, I’m crying again. Shit. It’s 00:17, I really should start wrapping this up. OK, concluding paragraph coming up.

My crush on you (Thomas) is now platonic, but it is still ever present (the crushes I have on some of your friends might not be just platonic). You and your friends are amazing human beings, and I wish I could be friends with the lot of you. OK, I’m going to go now and stand out in the rain so Halifax and I can happy-cry together. – (OK, not going to lie, I’m also sad-crying because I want to meet all you amazing people and knowing I probably never will.) – Love you all, platonically … mostly … and sorry (big Canadian long-o sorry) that this has become more of a ramble than a final paragraph. In short, thank you @tallykat3, @welcome-to-the-joangle, @jayisjo, and Thomas (and if the others have Tumblr tag them too for me) for this video and being the amazing human beings that you all are.

anonymous asked:

13, 55

13. how do you feel right now?: whew, tired, work was a Fuck & I havent been sleeping well lately

55. tumblr friends: lmao yall! You know Im gonna forget people!!! I do have a friends tag for mutuals selfies or posts you know!!! Ok but alright hhhh uh okay

@love–is–all (a friend outside of tumblr. One of my best most longest lasting friends ever actually)

I need to stop but pls lemme know if ur a mutual who considers us friends bc i will fucking add u to the list I s2g


longest post ahhhh. i had so much fun with this comic (and taking a small break from commissions and requests). it was supposed to be split up into parts but nopeeee.

hope you all enjoy it~~