Make Me Admit Stuff?

I am a straight, white, middle-class American.

Can someone give me practical steps on how I can use my privilege to actively advocate for those who are marginalized by this election?

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

How bedtime turns into playtime . . .

Daddy: Alright princess, it's nearly bedtime, let's go put on your jammies.

Princess: Nope! I'm a grown up and grown ups don't have bedtimes!

Daddy: Oh really, so you're an adult, you are not my perfect little princess?

Princess: Nope! I'm an adult grown up person who doesn't belong to anyone!

Daddy: *pushes me up against a wall* Hmm, that's upsetting. *moves hand in between my legs and beings rubbing* Well then who's princess parts are these?

Princess: M-m-m-mine. *blushes*

Daddy: Oh I guess I should stop playing then since they aren't mine. I don't want to play with someone else's toy. *removes hand*

Princess: Wait . . .

Daddy: Wait? Why? Are those perhaps, MY princess parts?

Princess: Well, maybe they need some convincing *giggles*

Daddy: *begins rubbing again*

Princess: *pushes into Daddy's hand* Oh . . .

Daddy: You are my naughty little slut, aren't you princess?

Princess: Yes, Daddy.

Daddy: And these are my princess parts, aren't they?

Princess: *moans* Yes, Daddy.

Daddy: That's right, and I can do anything I want with them. I can tease this little clit for hours and I can even . . . *slides finger inside*

Princess: Oh, Daddy, please. Please, please, please.

Daddy: Aww, does my naughty little slut want to cum?

Princess: Yes, Daddy. Please.

Daddy: I don't know, you were a bad little girl. Saying you don't belong to me. I don't think bad little girls get to have cummies.

Princess: I promise I won't be bad ever again, Daddy. Please, I will be your perfect little princess.

Daddy: This will serve as a reminder of who you belong to, Princess. *continues to move finger*

Princess: Oh, Daddy, can I please cum? Please.

Daddy: Cum for me, Princess.

Princess: *begins to cum violently* Oh, Daddy, I'm sorry. I belong to you. I'm yours.

Daddy: That's a good girl. *grabs throat and leans in close* Don't you ever say you don't belong to me. You are MY princess.

Princess: *smiles* Yes, Daddy.

Daddy: *kisses forehead* Now, go put on your jammies. It's past your bedtime.

Sleepytime Popsicle!

A little pal of mine is having trouble sleeping. Being the mom friend that I am, I’m researching natural sleep remedies. (They don’t like sleeping medication.) These popsicle seem like they may help! The main ingredients are bananas and cherry juice! Bananas have been shown to aid sleep! 

Besides, what little one is going to say no to a popsicle before bedtime? ♥

🐣its a-okay littles🐣 (Pwease don’t remove source ~)

Instead

Instead of killing myself I’d colour for hours. Instead of killing myself I’d huddle up and watch movies intended for toddlers. Instead of killing myself I’d play with dollies. Instead of killing myself I’d play with my food. Instead of killing myself I’d spend my day with people who were the age I felt. Instead of killing myself I’d fall asleep drinking milk I warmed in a bottle. Instead of killing myself I coped.

But because I was under 18 I should have just killed myself right? ——————— I didn’t know then that there was a term for it, but are you saying that because I felt better, freer, acting 10 years younger (I was 12) that it was sexual? That I should have just saved myself the trouble and killed myself? Maybe I should have cut instead and just hoped I’d die, I know that was always tempting.

Tell me, what’s sexual about crayons? What’s sexual about dolls? What’s sexual about bottles? What’s sexual about a babbling like a toddler?

YOU turn it into a kink, YOU hunt down underage littles like a pedophile and prey on them. YOU take something that should be innocent and turn it into something vile and full of hate.

It was never a kink.

It was an “Instead.”