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Some height difference things for your OTP

imaginetheotp:

otpmusings:

  • The taller one sitting on the floor between the shorter one’s knees as the shorter one braids/plays with their hair.
  • The taller one using the shorter one as an arm rest and the shorter one complaining but secretly feeling honoured every time it happens.

  • The shorter one tackle-hugging the taller one when they come home from some sort of trip, hoping that they’ll both fall to the floor in a pile of limbs and cuddles/kisses, but unfortunately the shorter one isn’t strong/heavy enough and they both remain standing.

  • Bonus: to compensate, the taller one decides to pick the shorter one up.
  • The shorter one having to sprawl like half their body across the taller one whenever they ride the bus/train so as to give the taller one all the leg room.
  • Or, the shorter one sitting down and immediately noticing that their feet don’t touch the floor, becoming embarrassed by this, and then pretending that they’d rather just snuggle up super tight with the taller one.

  • Bonus: the taller one realises exactly what’s going on but says nothing. Or teases them endlessly about it, up to you. 

  • The shorter one physically sitting in the taller one’s lap.
  • The TALLER one physically sitting in the shorter one’s lap and the shorter one practically dying but enjoying every second of it anyway.
  • The shorter one being light enough to literally sleep on top of the taller one in bed without either of them being uncomfortable.
  • The taller one standing behind the shorter one and putting their arms around their shoulders, then resting their chin on top of the shorter one’s head.
  • Bonus if they’re watching the stars/sunset/ocean together.

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leerans:

Cool ideas: the “gentle giant” trope, but women. 

Imagine, please: HUGE lady, very kind, gentle, easily flustered 

Imagine: Small tough girlfriend has to climb stepladder to kiss huge girlfriend on the cheek, huge girlfriend blushes furiously 

ayellowbirds:

chainmailsoup:

zombie-pirate-queen:

ladyofthehouse:

hime-bun:

The face of regret.

Ooh! Ooh! can I tell you a little bit about this? No? Too bad! I’m going to tell you anyway.

What’s happening here is that our lovely speckled guy (or gal) on top is establishing or reasserting that he (or she) is the boss in this pair. What?! Bunnies have a dominance thing?! YES, YES THEY DO. They literally sit on the heads of other bunnies to say they’re boss. This behavior is common, especially in bonded pairs. So while that lil’ dude (or dudette) on the bottom looks like maybe this is not a great moment–IT’S TOTALLY OKAY.

What may be happening here is top bun is saying to the other one, “Nah, it’s cool. You don’t have to make decisions today. I’m Top Bun.” And bun who is being sat upon might be thinking, “Okay, yeah. That’s pretty sweet. I was having a hard time deciding between whether or not to eat carrots first or hay, but if you’re making decisions I’ll just eat whatever you’re not eating. Cool cool.”

Buns also do this with PEOPLE!  My bun and I sometimes have a little back and forth about who’s boss. If I smush his head down gently (GENTLY) he generally calms right the f down and stops his shenanigans. Sometimes he’ll just come right on up and stick his head under my hand, not just asking for pets, but asking for a little head smush. “You’re boss right now, okay? Okay. cool.” Sometimes he chins my hand or leg or whatever (because he can’t really smush my head). This basically means, “Yeah, you’re my person. Also I’m probably boss so bring me stuff and praise my handsome self.”

Just as an FYI.

Bun on the bottom looks like might have been in need of the head smush he just received.

That is all.

Smush.

–TLOTH

annadwarf

/SMUSHES YOUR HEAD LOVINGLY ❤

warmbun

aaaa, i love learning about the behaviors of animals other than cats and dogs. You normally don’t hear much of it unless you’re very involved in a community of people who care for those animals.

When I call you ‘mine’, please know that it is never out of possession. 
I call you mine because your name constantly travels through every wire of my brain. I call you mine because your laugh has made itself at home in my eardrums. I call you mine because your skin occupies every taste bud on my tongue. I call you mine because your name is etched into every corner of my soul. I call you mine because you’re in so much of my heart. I just can’t get myself to think of another name for how you’ve taken over me.

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