children existing in public spaces is genuinely like. necessary for the continuation of society. it doesnt have to be your kids you dont have to volunteer at a daycare or whatever but you need to be able to tolerate the presence of someone who is learning how to exist as a human and interact with people
I fucking love when artists draw Raphael with a slutty little stray lock of hair that falls into his face. It鈥檚 literally *just* hair but it makes me feral.
having a praise kink is sooo embarrassing like yeah I can't get off until you pat me on the head and tell me I'm the prettiest bestest goodest boy in the whole world. yeah and sometimes I'll ask "I'm good?" in the whiniest most pathetic voice and I'll need you to respond with affirmations about how good I definitely am before I can continue. in fact the term "good" is practically a magic word here. yeah sort of like an anxious dog. please don't ask about my relationship to my parents or other systems of authority growing up. anyway do you want me carnally