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YOU ARE THE REASON
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
@theartofmadeline
The Bowery Presents
todays bird
occasionally subtle
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
NASA
shark vs the universe
izzy's playlists!
Color Me Curious
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Monterey Bay Aquarium
PR's Tumblrdome
bliss lane
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@dionysusresurgentium
I need so badly to be held by a femme as I fall asleep. I want warm arms wrapped around me, keeping me safe, pulling me into them. I want to be cuddled and babied, I want to feel loved and desired, I want to feel warmth in my heart. I just want to be warm and safe in the arms of a loving femme
It’s so strange to me when people try to portray butch4femme as a heteronormative dynamic.
Do they not know a butch will cook her femme a three course meal because butches are caretakers?
A femme will stand in front of her butch at the bar, acrylics bared like a lynx, ready to cut the throat of anyone who criticises her partner’s masculinity or questions their right to space.
A butch will spend quiet nights hunched over a laptop learning how to sew and then hunched over her femme’s favourite dress, fixing it as she sleeps?
A femme will take charge and tell her butch to lie down, go and have that shower, go and get that errand done, because she knows what her baby needs?
There is nothing heteronormative about butches and femmes seeing and validating each other in a way the world refuses to. There’s nothing wrong with butches and femmes slow dancing in the speakeasy they’ve created on the kitchen tiles, the only place that’s ever been created for people like them.
i need a girl who will let me info dump and then she starts kissing me and calling me a nerd in a loving way
A Deep Dive Into Subspace, Domspace, Subdrop, Domdrop, and Aftercare
This post has lived in my heart for some time now. I’ve put off writing it because every part of it feels close to the bone, and deeply personal. But I’ve received too many messages, too many quiet confessions in the dark hours of the night, from submissives and Dominants alike who are confused, hurting, or feeling broken.
So I want to say this clearly, before we go any further:
You are not broken. You are not weak. And you are not alone.
This post is for the people who have floated in bliss, and the people who have fallen and didn’t know how to ask for a hand. It’s for the ones who thought they were “too much,” or “not enough,” because they didn’t come down the way they thought they should. It’s for the caretakers who forgot to care for themselves. It’s for the ones who needed a post like this a long time ago and never found it.
So let’s talk about the journey.
Subspace: The Fall Into Surrender
Subspace is hard to describe because it lives beyond words. For many submissives, it’s an altered state that comes during or after a scene, a place of euphoria, softness, floatiness, or absolute stillness. It’s the moment your mind stops racing, your body stops bracing, and your heart opens so wide it almost aches.
It is often described as:
A warm, dreamy float
Loss of time or orientation
Heightened sensitivity or emotional openness
Dissociation (positive or neutral)
Non-verbal states
Deep peace, sometimes even spiritual
It doesn’t always look blissful. Some people cry. Some laugh. Some shake. Some can’t move or speak. Some look like they’re somewhere else entirely. And some never enter it at all and that is perfectly okay. Subspace isn’t required for a scene to be “real” or meaningful.
But for those who do go there, it can be deeply addictive. And deeply vulnerable.
Because in Subspace, you are raw. Unarmored. Wide open. You are handing over not just control, but your self. And that level of surrender requires a depth of trust that should never be taken lightly.
It’s not about being “good enough” to go there. It’s about being safe enough.
Domspace: The Still Point of Control
Domspace is less talked about, but no less profound.
It’s the place a Dominant may enter when they are completely tuned in to the moment, the energy, the responsibility, and the power exchange. It’s not about ego or bravado. It’s about presence. Precision. Connection.
When I’m in Domspace, I feel:
A trance-like sense of flow and power
Deep emotional intimacy and presence
Fierce protectiveness
A sharp awareness of my submissive’s body and signals
Grounded clarity and confidence
A high, yes, Dominants can float too
There is a stillness to it, a silence, like the eye of a storm. I feel every breath my submissive takes. I am aware of every tremble, every shift in energy. It is not a game. It is not about control for control’s sake. It’s about holding the fullness of another person’s vulnerability and offering them back to themselves, marked, but whole.
For some Dominants, it feels euphoric. For others, it’s somber, focused, sacred.
And yes, it is just as real as Subspace. But unlike Subspace, which often requires letting go, Domspace requires holding steady. And that takes a toll.
Which brings us here.
The Crash: Subdrop & Domdrop
Let me say this plainly:
What goes up must come down. And the higher the space, the harder the drop.
Subdrop and Domdrop are real, valid, and sometimes intense. They are the body and mind’s response to intense emotional and physical stimuli followed by a sudden release.
Let’s break them down.
Subdrop: The Aftermath of Surrender
When the scene ends, when the body stops pulsing with endorphins, when the adrenaline fades, when the oxytocin begins to level out, Subspace dissolves. And what’s left behind can feel like a crash after a sugar rush.
It might look like:
Sudden sadness or crying
Feeling empty, alone, or unloved
Guilt or shame about the scene
Anxiety, insecurity, or panic
Exhaustion, shakiness, or chills
Wanting reassurance but not knowing how to ask
Needing connection but withdrawing instead
It can feel like your Dominant doesn’t love you anymore. Like you did something wrong. Like you're spiraling.
You didn’t. You’re just crashing. And this is not to scare you, but to create awareness of feelings that might arise after a scene.
It's also important to add that Subdrop can be especially difficult for those who already battle depression, anxiety, trauma, or dissociation. It doesn’t mean the scene was bad. It means it was powerful. And your body is recovering from that.
Domdrop: The Hidden Descent
Now let’s talk about the side no one warns you about.
Domdrop.
It can sneak up on you. Or crash over you like a wave when you’re least expecting it. And unlike Subdrop, which people are more familiar with, Domdrop often goes unnoticed, even by the Dominant themselves.
Because we're supposed to be the steady ones, right? The rock. The anchor. The one who always knows what to do. Except... what happens when we give all of ourselves in a scene, and no one notices we’re hurting after?
So here is some indications of what a Domdrop can feel like:
Guilt or regret, even when the scene went well
Emotional numbness or withdrawal
Self-doubt or questioning your worth as a Dominant
Feeling unseen, unappreciated, or invisible
Emotional crash: sadness, shame, loneliness
Fatigue, insomnia, restlessness
Needing reassurance, but feeling like you’re not allowed to ask for it
I’ve had scenes where I held someone with such intensity, such emotional power, that afterward I couldn’t move. I sat in silence for hours, questioning myself, shaking, waiting for someone to check on me. And when no one did? The drop was worse than anything I’ve ever experienced physically. I’ve also dropped so hard I left a scenes and vomited. Which was equally painful for myself as my partner. I’ve also spent weeks hating myself for scenes that were beautiful, but still left me feeling unworthy, invisible, or ashamed.
Because a Dominant who deeply cares will always ask: Did I do right by them? Did I go too far? Did I take care of what was given to me? And when there’s no response, (no feedback, no aftercare) we sit with those questions. Sometimes for days.
So let me say this, clearly and gently: Dominants deserve aftercare too. Dominants deserve to be held too. Dominants feel. Deeply. And that feeling does not make them less, only more.
Aftercare: The Healing We Come Home To
Aftercare is not optional. It is not a bonus. It is not something you “earn.”
It is an act of love. Of repair. Of sacred return.
Aftercare says, “I saw all of you, and I still see you. I still want you. You are safe. You are loved.”
It can look like:
Cuddling, holding, skin-to-skin grounding
Warm blankets, soft clothes, body heat
Words of praise, affection, reassurance
Space to talk about the scene, or gentle silence
Hydration and snacks
Caring for marks, kisses on bruises, gentle rubs
Quiet rituals: brushing hair, singing, poems, shared breath
Simply... being present. Not rushing. Not pulling away.
Aftercare also happens after aftercare. It may come days later. A text. A call. A gentle, “How are you feeling now?” That matters.
And it doesn’t just belong to one role. A submissive may need to be held. A Dominant may need to be reassured. There is no hierarchy to need. There is only care. Or the absence of it.
So write your needs down beforehand. Say them aloud. Say, “This is what helps me come back.” And never let anyone dismiss your needs or make you feel guilty for needing something soft after something hard.
If You Take Anything Away From This…
Let it be this:
Intensity without care is harm. Power exchange without presence is dangerous. What you give is sacred, and what you receive should be treated as such.
We are all human. Messy. Soft. Glorious in our complexity. And scenes, when done well, can be life-changing.
But only if we take responsibility for what happens after.
I’ve seen the most beautiful parts of people in the hours after the ropes come off, the paddle is set down, and the tears have dried. I’ve whispered praise to trembling partners. I’ve kissed bruises like prayers. I’ve fallen apart and had someone pull me into their arms before I could speak.
These connections are powerful. And they deserve to be protected, before, during, and especially after.
And if anyone tells you aftercare isn't needed? Run. That's a huge red flag!
Aftercare is sacred and non-negotiable. Care is where the bond deepens. Care is where we build trust. Care is where we bring each other home.
And that, my darlings, is everything.
Reminder for self: your girlfriends like you. They like being with you. If they didn’t, they would tell you. They’re not the kind of people to avoid telling you when something you’ve done has hurt them or made them uncomfortable.
You are working on your issues and are a supportive and enjoyable partner to have. You are a good girlfriend.
It’s okay.
You are loved.
*hugs*
Kate: Face it, I'm one of the best things that has ever happened to you.
Yelena: While that may be true, not a lot of good things have happened to me.
complimenting her isn’t enough, i need to sit her down after a long night out and sink to my knees with no hesitation, as if it’s what im meant to be doing as my hands gently taking her high heels off for her one at a time while trailing kisses up her legs, as if it was a confession; a confession that no one else matters, that no one else compares, that there’s no god above her, that IM the lucky one to be doing this and should be thanking her for giving me the time of day
always the poet, never the muse
always the photographer, never the model
always adoring, never adored
always turning her head, never turning heads
so much love to give, no one to accept it
“The only men in the women’s restroom were the cops,” Kalaya Morton said.
Daily reminder: Transphobia actively contributes to sexism. If you don’t fit the beauty standard and are seen as masculine in any way shape or form, you are seen as transgender and as a “problem”
I think it's incredibly important here to not overlook the fact that she is a Black woman. Transphobia, racism, and sexism overlap significantly because of the incredibly eurocentric beauty standards women are judged on.
So apparently Tumblr ate my original post about this but:
A couple weeks ago I’m going to get lunch and as I open the fridge, my mother attempts to communicate to me that any chicken currently in the fridge is ok for people to eat, because the chicken that was intended for the dog to eat has been used up.
What she actually says is, “That’s human chicken.”
After taking a minute to process all horrible implications of the phrase “human chicken”, I decide to go a different route and hold the tupperware of chicken out to my sister, saying, “Behold, a man!”
This was evidently the wrong choice, as it meant I had to explain to my parents who Diogenes was, thereby cementing the incident in their minds and leading to me, just now, opening the fridge to see the following incredibly cursed image:
This is the funniest post I have ever read on Tumblr for so many…many reasons.
You can only reblog this today! Next time Thursday 20 will follow Wednesday 19 will be in 2439!
A ghost can be a lot of things. A memory, a daydream, a secret. Grief, anger, guilt. But in my experience, most times they’re just what we want to see. Most times, a ghost is a wish.
— The Haunting of Hill House (2018) // insp.
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The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.
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“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
not even risking that shit
scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button.
She ain’t no games in real life so I take her serious all the time
Anyone with a name that starts with a “Z”, ends with an “i”, and isn’t some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS
I’m not climbing no mountain with a pig on my back, 🙅🏽🙅🏾🙅🏿 Negative.
Nope. I know better, have your reblog Madame Zeroni.
who the fuck is Madame Zeroni
Look at these stupid children who don’t know who Madame Zeroni is
Man lissen if you don’t know you better ask somebody AFTER you hit the reblog button
WHO TF DOESN’T KNOW WHO MADAME ZERONI IS ?? ????
Oops gotta reblog she don’t play games
You have a complex relationship with your body and need to keep some/all of your clothes on during sex?
That's okay, what you're wearing looks good on you.
You need to take a lot of breaks doing anything intimate because you're easily overwhelmed?
I understand, I'm just happy to be here with you.
You're on medication that impacts your libido/makes reaching orgasm really difficult?
No pressure, tell me what feels good for you, and if you get frustrated we can do something else together.
Sex isn't going to look the same for everybody and that's fine, that's normal.
Sometimes you don't orgasm, sometimes you need to stop because your mood changes out of nowhere, sometimes you get really self conscious and need accommodations to take your mind off of it.
People are too complex for everybody to go about it the same, just keep doing what feels best for you, regardless of how different it may seem from other people's experiences.
