tumblr people legit think the second you hit your 18th birthday you became a Full On Grown Adult like you have your own job and mortgages or something. like yes you should expect some form of maturity from an 18 year old but theyre literally still teenagers. like every time i see a 15 year old and 18 year old fight on here n someone goes “ur an adult why are you arguing with minors on the internet ://” im like. those are basically two high school students
so a tourist in Italy is fulfilling her lifelong dream of seeing the birth of venus, her fave painting, in person. and while she’s there a Hot Girl strikes up a conversation with her and she loves art and is charming and they talk until the museum closes. they exchange numbers. the next day the birth of Venus painting is stolen, nobody knows who stole it. so anyways, the two girls continue dating and are happy and shit? and on their one year anniversary her girlfriend reveals that she’s an international art thief and she stole the birth of venus after meeting her. tourist girl flips and wants it returned she doesn’t want to just. hoard the art so nobody can see it. so then art thief has to do a reverse heist where she sneaks the painting back into the museum without getting caught
Bear in mind that the Birth of Venus is like 15 feet tall and 30 feet wide…
why would you have to do a reverse heist instead of like thouroughly cleaning it of fingerprints, DNA and other trace evidence and then just quietly dropping it off round the back underneath a tarp and a note attached
because she’s gay and loves drama don’t ever question me again
I love dressing to the nines with my wife and stopping traffic downtown because people are open mouth starring at us.
I love it when the waiter puts my gin cocktail in front of my femme wife and then puts her neat bourbon in front of me. I wink at the waiter and switch the drinks.
I love being the only (young) couple who knows how to waltz at weddings. We put on a show.
I love how she looks in a pencil skirt. She loves my tie collection.
I love how she kisses me on the forehead while I’m fixing things around the house.
I love it when a man asks me a question about car mechanics and I refer the question to her, my car high femme.
I love that she puts a happy note in my lunch every day.
I love how she has my measurements memorized so she can buy me nice shirts when she goes thrifting.
I love how she still gets excited when I buy her flowers.
I love when she bakes brownies and she always sets aside two for me, her sugar butch.
I love how she inspires straight women to ask for more and expect more from their husbands/boyfriends.
I love being a chivalrous butch and worshiping her as my queen.
I love subverting gender norms/expectations. Anyone who knows us knows she is the boss.
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