Sprinkling in “did I do good” and “are you proud of me” to soft launch my praise kink
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Sprinkling in “did I do good” and “are you proud of me” to soft launch my praise kink
me on an average day: i need a treat
me on a bad day: i need a deluxe treat
every other week, my mom would make a giant pot of vegetable soup. she'd pack half of it in a tupperware and take it to her best friend's house. they both had three kids whose ages aligned. they'd lock us out of the house and go through each room, finding every piece of dirty laundry and then spend the afternoon keeping the washer and dryer running, folding and putting away each load while gossiping.
every alternate week, her best friend would come to our house with a tupperware full of chicken spaghetti. they'd stick us in front of a tv with a stack of disney vhs tapes and go through each room, finding every dirty dish, and then spend the afternoon at the kitchen sink, washing each dish by hand while gossiping.
it wasn't always soup and spaghetti and laundry and dishes. but it was almost always a meal and a chore. here is a night you don't have to cook dinner. here is a chore you can cross off your list. and here is a day you don't have to spend alone. because really food and friendship and a feeling of accomplishment are what we all need most.
in a way john watson is a fantasy (what if you had this brilliant enigmatic friend and what if he liked you in particular and what if he offered you the excitement of youth and adventures and a way out of boring society life and all without having to actually give up your status as a gentleman so you could have the best of both worlds) and in a way sherlock holmes is a fantasy (what if someone never got tired of you despite your various strange habits and mood swings and instead of simply tolerating you they genuinely liked you and what if you didn’t have to live alone forever and what if you never had to give up doing the things you love) and of course there’s the most fantastical part of it all (what if you could afford london housing prices)
This is a lot to unpack
*gives you head for my own pleasure*
This is so cute! 😭❤️
The way I feel about my looks and myself as a woman, having stepped into my 30s this year, is such a dream come true! Honestly, I’ve never felt more beautiful or more in tuned with myself. I’m in my Jesus year and I know the rest of it will be nothing but happiness and blessings! 🥰❤️ To the first year of my 30s! 🥂🎉🥳
Oh, I know this all too well.