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Sven Sauer - Deviation
The installation consists of 1,200 glass shards, each of which is aligned by hand. The train is moved centimeter by centimeter and each new glass shard is turned into the correct position so that the beam of light is directed to the next glass shard. As soon as the train starts moving, this creates a chain reaction of light...
The air is still thick with sleep, the warmth of tangled sheets and bodies pressed too close, too familiar. The soft glow of morning light barely reaches us, but I don’t need to see; I can feel.
Your breathing is slow, steady, but your body tells me everything I need to know. The way your hips shift just slightly, pressing back against me. The way your legs part just a little, like you’re searching for something even before you wake.
I drag my fingers down your spine, featherlight, teasing. You shiver under my touch, exhaling a quiet whimper that you probably don’t even realize slipped out.
“Morning,” I murmur, my lips brushing against your ear, voice still rough, still deep from sleep.
You shift again, stirring against me, but you don’t pull away. You never pull away.
I let my fingers wander lower, slipping beneath the sheets, grazing over your hip before gripping, hard enough to make you still.
“You were restless last night,” I murmur against your skin, lips trailing along the side of your neck, letting my teeth scrape just slightly. “Kept shifting, kept pressing against me… were you dreaming about something?”
You don’t answer. But I feel the way your body tenses, the sharp inhale, the way your fingers twitch against the sheets.
“Don’t go shy on me now.” My hand slides up your thigh, slow, teasing, stopping just before I give you what you so desperately want. “You were so eager in your sleep.”
Your breath stutters, and I smirk against your neck. I press my hips forward, just enough for you to feel me, just enough to make you whimper, to make you push back against me, desperate, needy.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my hand trailing lower now, fingers teasing between your thighs. “Take what you need, pretty girl.”
You moan softly, but it’s not enough. I tighten my grip on your waist, tilting you back against me, forcing you to feel just how much I’ve been waiting for this, how ready I am to ruin you.
“You wake up like this for me every morning?” I drag my fingers over your skin, feeling the heat of you, the way you’re already trembling.
You whimper again, nodding, pressing closer, but that’s not enough.
“Use your words.” My hand moves away, and you gasp at the loss, at the sharp reminder that I own your pleasure, that you get nothing until I decide to give it to you.
“Yes,” you breathe, voice thin, wrecked. “Every morning.”
“Good girl.”
My lips trail down your shoulder, slow and teasing, pressing a soft kiss before sinking my teeth into your skin just enough to make you gasp. I love that sound. That perfect, broken little sound that lets me know you’re right there, on the edge of surrender.
“You know how this works, don’t you?” I murmur, my fingers dipping lower again, this time without hesitation. “I break you first… then I put you back together.”
You whimper, body trembling against me. I tighten my grip, pressing you flush against my chest, my hand working you open, ruining you from the inside out, feeling every sharp inhale, every desperate plea.
“So let me break you, sweetheart.”
And you do.
You shatter, piece by piece, under my hands, my voice, my control, until you’re nothing but breathless moans and trembling limbs, until you have nothing left but me.
And only when you’re wrecked, when you’re ruined beyond recognition, do I pull you back, gathering you into my arms, whispering against your skin as I bring you back to yourself.
“That’s my girl.”
Me and who?💋
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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.
Like...the senshi are devoted to Usagi...not only as her princess and future queen, but her friend (especially in the manga) not in eternal "servitude" to her. Who's to say that they weren't still perusing/doing their dream jobs while not being senshi?
Usagi being queen is the ultimate step up, after all, she's a moon princess who lived on the Moon as a royal and fell in love with a prince on Earth. Where do you expect the romance to go? It would have been boring if they just stayed on earth and remained human.
I mean she did want to live as an ordinary human, but that for an ending after all the culmination of seeing her as Moon Princess and seeing the future that was to come, her being an ordinary person at the end of the series would have been anti-climactic.
Also, the whole future hinges on Crystal Tokyo. Chibiusa was born there and the first battle for the future was there (it's literally part of the second arc.) Chibiusa coming to the past from there let her see her mother less as a statue and more of a flawed teenager and for Usagi and Chibiusa to bond as mother and daughter.
It was a cumulation of Usagi's future, both as queen and her future as a sailor senshi as well as the others.
Thoughts @tiny012?
Every Single Reddit Post dealing Usagi and Senshi relationship in Crystal Tokyo:
Fandom: It’s not fair that in the manga and crystal it’s so Usagi centric and not about the other girls.
Fandom: It’s not fair Usagi, Chibiusa, and Mamoru get character development while the other girls don’t.
Fandom: It’s not fair that Usagi gets married and have a kid while the girls don’t have love lives or boyfriends.
Fandom: Why Usagi get the perfect life while the senshi is just body guards to her?
Fandom: It’s not fair Usagi doesn’t bring the Shittenou back!
Fandom: Why they don’t get to live out their dreams and have love lives!! Its not fair!! That should hold resentment towards her.
Fandom: Ami never going to be a doctor!!
Fandom: Why Usagi have to be jealous of her own daughter?
Fandom: Her and Mamo are such bad parents not trying to figure out why Chibiusa wasn't aging.
Fandom: They are still bad parents for letting Chibiusa be train by their past selves.
Fandom: Neo Queen Serenity is such a tyrant letting them live their lives serving to protect her! She doesn’t care about them at all!
Fandom: Neo Queen Serenity is such a dictator on how she treats the people of Crystal Tokyo and the World.
Me: Do yall really like Usagi or naw? Or yall projecting yall selves on the senshi and upset the main character gets what yall think is a happy ending but not really. She have to watch them DIE over and over again thanks to supernatural forces keep going after her power. If you think that’s a perfect life cause she gets married ,have a kid and become queen of the world, if you constantly see your love ones die because the power you hold.. Especially when her dream to be married, have a kid and live in a house not be the Protector of the Universe and have to see everyone she loves die.
Because essentially Crystal Tokyo supposed to be considered as a " "Happy Ever After "Fairy Tale ending for Princess and Prince love got cut short. But not really " Happy Ever After" when you have chaos still being a threat.
But Nope
All they do is bitch.
Because I still don’t understand how soo many people still think the senshi doesn’t live their own lives and fulfil their dreams.
We know the collective dream which is to protect Usagi, protect each other ( which people forget), and protect the planet but that doesn’t mean that they don’t do what they want to do because it wasn’t shown.
Also the fact knowing Usagi, do you really think she doesn’t want her friends to live out their dreams? She’ll be the number one cheerleader and want them to do things. They have 900 years to do what they want. What the fuck they are doing for that long time? Just twiddling their thumbs awaiting for another threat to come up?
That is absolutely acceptable to head canon them actually having lives outside protecting her and each other. (Which I did here)
We only see snapshots are CT in Chibiusa pov and not the whole thing.
The problem is people want to be spoon fed and Naoko said fuck that shit. "You can draw your own conclusion on what I give you. You really believe all them aint doing shit but waiting for the next attack and acting like servants to Usagi, then you haven’t read my manga."
Chocolate Strawberry Cake
⚘ Rose Bread Rolls ⚘
Ingredients
¼ cup warm water
1 pkg active dry yeast
1¼ cups half & half (whole milk will do in a pinch)
¼ cup sugar
¼ cup softened butter
¾ teaspoon salt
1 egg
4-5 cups flour
2 tablespoons melted butter
½ cup sugar
1 tablespoon cinnamon
Instructions
In a small bowl, combine the warm water and yeast. Set aside for 5 minutes.
Heat the half & half until hot but not boiling.
In a large bowl (I use a stand mixer) combine the half & half, sugar, ¼ cup butter, and salt.
Add the egg and mix well.
Add the yeast mixture and 3 cups of flour. Beat with a paddle attachment until well combined. Switch to a bread hook and add 1 more cup of flour and knead for 5 minutes. (If you are kneading by hand, keep the work surface well floured, as the dough will be sticky until it picks up some of the flour and the kneading is done. By hand, knead 7-8 minutes.) If the dough isn’t coming cleanly away from the side of the bowl after 5 minutes of kneading, add flour a little at a time. You want a soft, elastic dough - not sticky.
Place the dough in a greased bowl and allow it to rise until doubled, at least an hour. Punch dough down.
Roll out dough on floured surface. The dough should be thin - about ¼-inch. Cut into 78 2-inch circles. (I used a small brandy snifter. You may have to get creative - milk jug cap, stainless prep cups, etc.)
Spray a muffin pan with an oil/flour spray like Baker’s Joy, or grease well (including the top surface of the pan!)
For dinner rolls, stretch out 60 circles slightly-into a teardrop shape-and place in prepared muffin pan, 5 to a cavity. Let the rounded petals curve over the top of each opening slightly. Press the inside center gently and brush lightly with butter. Slightly stretch out 12 circles and place one in each cup, pressing down firmly in the middle of each and brushing lightly with butter. Cut 6 circles in half and with the straight side facing you, roll each half-circle up to create the bud. Place one in the center of each rose.
For cinnamon rolls, follow the procedure above, but dip rounded side of the large petals in butter and then in cinnamon sugar and place 5 in each cavity. Brush the bottom surface with butter and sprinkle with about ⅛ teaspoon of cinnamon sugar. Place the single circle inside and brush the bottom surface with butter and sprinkle with cinnamon. Then add the bud and brush the top of it, sprinkling lightly with cinnamon.
Cover the pan with a clean dishtowel and allow the rolls to rise until puffy-about an hour.
Heat oven to 375 F.
Bake for approximately 20 minutes, or until a rich golden brown.
Remove to rack and cool a few minutes in the pan - then remove rolls to finish cooling on rack.
i dont understand this at all and america scares the fuck out of me
This is the america they don’t want you to see
i love america
This is what you call Waffle House at 2 am when the bars close and everyone is drunk and hungry
*group of people having fun* this site: wtf this is so scary
People having safe fun at a waffle house is scary for most Tumblr bloggers, reports say.
Some context for those not familiar with Waffle House Culture:
Waffle House is one of the few chains in America that’s open 24/7/365, and where you can get both breakfast and lunch/dinner options at any time (I have had so many Breakfast Cheeseburgers at Waffle Houses). The food is really good, and people eat there at all times of the day or night, but it’s particularly popular as a late-night post-drinking spot because it’s all that’s open and it’s the kind of food that tastes especially good when you’re hammered.
Part of Waffle House Protocol is that all the servers and cooks greet every single customer as they come through the door. It sounds lame, but I’ve never been to a Waffle House where that greeting didn’t feel completely heartfelt. My mom is a health nut who could barely find anything on the menu she was willing to eat and yet she describes the Christmas Day lunch we had there one year as one of the nicest meals she’s ever had because everyone was so warm and welcoming. That sense of camaraderie gets turned up to 11, of course, at 2 a.m. when everyone’s shitfaced.
The jukeboxes have Waffle-House-themed songs on them (once you have heard “Raisins in my Toast” you will be earwormed forever) and there is an arcane system of hash brown ordering: scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, topped, diced, peppered, and/or capped. The hot sauce bottles say “Casa de Waffle.”
Once, in Oxford (UK), my husband and I walked past a kebab van very late one night and he said “why do I smell Waffle House”
The location of most Waffle Houses means there’s some… classism that tends to get tied up with Anti-Waffle House Discourse, which is probably lending itself, in part, to this being such a fraught topic. (I’m looking at a map and apparently I was born and raised right in the middle of the Peak Waffle House Density Zone)
It is, in the words of chef Anthony Bourdain, “indeed marvelous— an irony-free zone where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts; where everybody regardless of race, creed, color or degree of inebriation is welcomed.”
We’re not even gonna mention FEMA’s Waffle House Index where they determine how bad a natural disaster is by calling the local Waffle House to see if they’re open?
that last bit isn’t a joke
The Jake Paul fight against Anthony Joshua gotta be a prime example of how desperately conservative wealthy douchebags like JP cling to the fantasy that they are physically the strongest, toughest winners of society. In what fucking world would a man like AJ lose to someone 5" shorter and 20 pounds lighter with no professional heavyweight experience. JP is convinced he can pay for the experience of beating someone at the top of their field, because that's what he wanted out of this. He paid for the ability to say "I can beat Anthony Joshua." He genuinely forgot there is something called the love of the game, and if this look in Joshua's eyes ain't it idk what is
i ask everyone to remember that Anthony Joshua is an Olympic gold medalist with this fucking record:
the fact Paul even challenged him, implying he could stand a chance against AJ, is an insult.
Please can we make sure we reblog the other angle of that moment of the fight in which JP looks like he's seen his own death and knows it is imminent.
This is THE haunted look the world wants to see in the eyes of every alt-right douchebag.
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.
I’m hung up over the piano lesson crab death trap
“I’m happy with the progress, which is why…” MotherFucker you better continue. Tell me more about Tako! Show me more performances!
Hannah Montana - Rockin’ Around The Christmas Tree (Live At The Walt Disney Christmas Parade, 2006)
The Ocmulgee mounds are an important historical site to the Muscogee people. Built in 900 CE (AD) in Macon, GA. Three types of mounds exsist here: platform mounds, earthen lodges, and burial mounds.
And now for some flow with @shibarifairy777
