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I’m pretty sure Downsizing is the single biggest disappointment of my life so far. When I first saw the trailer in theaters, I honestly couldn’t believe it was real. A movie about people shrinking? Living alongside giant neighbors, friends, maybe even spouses? Navigating all the complications of co-size living? Starring Matt Damon?! I thought I’d found the holy grail.

Turned out to be the lamest execution on a premise in cinema history. They just stuck the little people in their own tiny community and made them deal with unrelated political drama. You could barely even tell they were small.

I was utterly devastated.

G/t Shouldn’t Be This Niche

It’s disheartening how society seems to have quietly decided to overlook us.

Because it’s not like people don’t feel something when they see size-difference media. Play any clip where Big is tender with Small, and the Warm Fuzzies™ hit instantly. I saw it just the other day while watching The Iron Giant with my class. All I had to do was look around the room—that “you have no idea the violence it took to become this gentle” energy resonates with people. Deeply.

The problem is how rare that kind of content is. And when it does show up, it’s usually not made for us. It’s tailored to a broader audience, missing the heart of what makes the dynamic so delicious.

It’s kind of like this:

Even the classics—Gulliver’s Travels, Jack and the Beanstalk, The Borrowers—are steeped in metaphor and moralism. They’re more about representing abstract concepts than exploring the wonder of size itself.

There’s such an untapped market here. Imagine if mainstream media embraced size difference purely for size difference. No allegory. No subtext. Just the scale, the intimacy, the gentleness, the awe.

What a world that would be.

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G/t Shouldn’t Be This Niche

It’s disheartening how society seems to have quietly decided to overlook us.

Because it’s not like people don’t feel something when they see size-difference media. Play any clip where Big is tender with Small, and the Warm Fuzzies™ hit instantly. I saw it just the other day while watching The Iron Giant with my class. All I had to do was look around the room—that “you have no idea the violence it took to become this gentle” energy resonates with people. Deeply.

The problem is how rare that kind of content is. And when it does show up, it’s usually not made for us. It’s tailored to a broader audience, missing the heart of what makes the dynamic so delicious.

It’s kind of like this:

Even the classics—Gulliver’s Travels, Jack and the Beanstalk, The Borrowers—are steeped in metaphor and moralism. They’re more about representing abstract concepts than exploring the wonder of size itself.

There’s such an untapped market here. Imagine if mainstream media embraced size difference purely for size difference. No allegory. No subtext. Just the scale, the intimacy, the gentleness, the awe.

What a world that would be.

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Oh this movie is SO good. Grant Williams delivers a standout performance, the set design and props are spot-on, and the special effects still hold up remarkably well.

Tad scary, though.

The promo photos for the Incredible Shrinking Man never cease to tickle my brain in just the right way

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We were playing Would You Rather in the car today when my dear brother hit us with this gem:

"Would you rather be a human-sized cockroach or a cockroach-sized human?"

Like... how is that even a debate? How could anyone hesitate? How could anyone not just pick the only correct answer, but also celebrate that it wasn't framed as, "this, or a million dollars?"

And yet, some people in the car actually chose the giant cockroach. Must be nice to be normal.

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I just re-listened to @narrans' A Tall and Small Collection at work and was reminded all over again how FANTASTIC it is. I can't draw for beans, so I thought I'd put my collage skills to good use.

Featuring my lovely Soren 💕

*The full-body image belongs to bottlesandbuttons on Wattpad. I don't know the name of their Tumblr

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No cause I’m the exact same way 😂

I'm ngl everytime I saw something about "Epic: the musical" I immediately concluded that it's a musical about the tiny leafman people and I'm like how did they make a G/t musical?? Oh wait it's the odyssey

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It’s funny. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve imagined a tiny mutant in the X-Men franchise and how fun that would be, only to find out they actually have one!

Heard about the g/t community. I loved the borrower books as a kid so y’all are cool in my book. Anyway here’s a canonical g/t character from marvel. He’s so underrated and honestly one of my favorite minor characters.

His names shortpack and I need him to be appreciated, if my comic nerds won’t do it then I’m going to y’all instead.

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Meeting an elephant must be absolutely incredible.

It’s one of the closest things to a real-life Giant/tiny experience—these massive, powerful creatures treating humans the way we treat kittens and puppies. I’m obsessed with watching videos of elephants being cheeky and affectionate, stealing hats just to give them back, gently wrapping their trunks around unsuspecting limbs, even lifting people right off the ground.

A bucket list dream of all time. That has to be one of the coolest things ever. 🐘💕

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I had to confront it when my brother walked into my room one time, perused my bookshelves and promptly said, “Huh, you have a lot of books with ‘giant’ in the title.”

I nearly curled up and died, but my brother, on top of being perceptive, is also the easiest person in the world to talk to. I managed to tell him that I enjoy stories about very big people and very small people, and the wonderful storytelling implications of their interactions. He was so chill about it, like I was talking about the weather.

It’s always tough to talk about something you love very, very much, especially if it’s as niche as G/t. But there’s some comfort in knowing that just about everyone has an obsessive hyperfixation that they keep to themselves because they worry no one will truly understand how much it means to them. Everyone has that thing.

Yall Im making a university style lecture to explain G/t to my friends who have never heard about it before what the fuck do i say without sounding weird

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The last post I saw for this is from an account that no longer is active, so heck it!

If you're into SFW and Fluffy G/T reblog this post!

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People: Girls want chocolate and flowers and diamonds!

What the girls want:

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Abeleena sat in Newton's hand as he lifted her above the treetops. "And down flies the little bird," he said, dropping his hand to the ground. The little girl squealed in delight. "I hate watching you do that," said her mother. "He won't drop her," said Jat. "Just the same . . ." "It is my regret, Fira. I will stop if it is your wish," said the giant. He tipped his hand and Abeleena tumbled gently to the ground, giggling.

— John Himmelman, The Giant from the Fire Sea

As an avid reader and Giant/tiny fanatic since birth, of COURSE I’ve collected every G/t interaction from every book I've read, tabbing and underlining so that I have a hoard of them to satisfy my weary soul . . .

And I get to share them online. 💐

Random G/t snippet #1

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How on earth do you capitalize it?

I've struggled with this since the day I delved into the community. I cannot figure out how to spell it. Google is no help, so maybe some of you who are a little more grammatically adept can help me out here:

Giant/Tiny Giant/tiny giant/tiny

Same with the abbreviation:

G/T G/t g/t

Which one is it? Does it change based on the context? Or is it always capitalized? How about when "community" is put after it? Does the correct spelling not have a slash in the middle, as in "gianttiny,"? Does it even matter?

I don't mean to nitpick, but I want to know how to correctly use the term once and for all. I've researched abbreviations, proper nouns, and formal and contemporary tones, but I can't find an answer.

SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME I'M GOING INSANE

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HELLO???? THIS STORY IS SO INCREDIBLY MAGNIFICENTLY AMAZING??? It's a take on Jack and the Beanstalk with buckets of G/T, a beautiful adversaries-to-friends-to-lovers relationship, tons of angst and fluff, and genuinely fantastic writing!!!

GO READ THIS, G/T COMMUNITY, I PROMISE YOU WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED

Beanstalk Chapter One

I've never played Fable, but the trailer filled with great G/T vibes sparked my interest to write a story based on the characters, Dave the vegetable enthusiast, and the hero of the story (who I named Rory). I've always wanted to write a fairytale, jack and the beanstalk type story and this just clicked it all together!

It's now a completed story with ongoing shorts being written! I hope you enjoy it as much as I've enjoyed writing it!

Chapter 2 , Chapter 3

Chapter One

            The earth had shaken the entire village with its rumbling, they had told her, as she sat with a tankard of ale that night at the local (and only) bar and inn. Once they realized she was a Jack, the townsfolk fell over themselves to tell her the tale. A giant beanstalk-like plant had spontaneously sprouted out of the earth, miles away, through the other side of the forest – but it was so large that the earthquake that occurred at its growth still reached them in their homes. The cobblestone paths were left cracked and humped, and cottages sat askew. Though the earthquake had passed, they were still afraid of it. Not the plant itself – but of what could climb down.

            Now with the next day’s early morning sun rays gently lighting up the sky, Rory broke out of the forest and into a clearing, stopping short as her gaze immediately landed on the forementioned beanstalk. You couldn’t miss it.

Normally she had to be wary of embellishments in fireside tales, but there was no embellishment here. The giant beanstalk’s base was so wide that ten men could circle it but still not touch hands. The rest of its heavy, leaf-laden stalk circled up so impossibly high it disappeared above the lower cloud cover.

It looked like an impossibility in the middle of the meadow.

It looked exactly like the kind of thing she’d been searching for.

Rory adjusted the sword at her back, making sure the straps were tight. If it were to slip lose as she climbed, she’d have no way to fix it, and she didn’t want to imagine facing whatever was up there empty handed.

The closer she got to the stalk, the more impossibly large it became. She was glad she’d eaten a hearty meal before leaving the inn, she needed every bit of her strength for this.

With one last glance around at the peaceful meadow, Rory made her ascent.

Finally, with what felt like days but was most likely only hours, Rory threw herself off of the beanstalk in the sky and tumble onto… Earth?

She pushed herself up to her knees with wobbly arms, scraping her dark blonde hair off her sweaty forehead. Pieces of the ponytail had escaped despite how tight she had tied it back, and her entire body was now coated in sweat, especially down her back where her sword remained strapped. Despite wanting to address her aches and pains, Rory’s trained gaze took in the grassy meadow she’d fallen onto, the clouds above, a forest of strange trees on her left, and grass ahead that stood so tall it would tower above her head even when she stood.

Giant grass. She grimaced, trying not to picture what size other things on this land were if the grass itself freaked her out.

“I’m not freaked out,” she tried assuring herself. “I’m a fierce and noble hero. I’ve defeated horrifying beasts of legend, I’m not afraid of tall grass.” But the weight in the pit of her stomach grew heavier with dread.

She was a little afraid of the tall grass.

“Pull yourself together,” Rory muttered, rolling her eyes as she pressed off her knees to come to a shaky stand. “Find the source of the beanstalk. Find the girl. Get paid.” She brushed dirt off the knees of her trousers but paused, reconsidering. “I mean – be fulfilled from doing a good deed… But then still get paid.”

Plan in mind, Rory began the long trek through the forest of grass toward what she hoped was the right direction. The shapes on the left that she’d assumed were a normal crop of trees at first assessment actually appeared to be an impossibly ginormous vegetable garden. Pumpkins and cucumbers, beans and peppers – they all could flatten a house at their size.

Speaking of houses – Rory’s steps faltered as this one came into view. Or rather, it obscured her view. It was a cottage, which could’ve been described as quaint if it wasn’t so terrifying. She came to a stop at the front door, craning her head back to try to take in the entire scope of it, but gave up once a headache started to throb at her temples. It was wooden, with metal hinges and door handle that looked well-oiled and maintained. Opening it would be an impossibility.

Biting the inside of her lip, she scanned the bottom of the door, looking for a way in.

Her eyebrows rose as she spotted a splintered crack at the bottom, barely noticeable on the large frame but just the perfect size for her to squeeze through. Taking in a deep breath and releasing it, Rory lowered her head and crept through the crack.

The way the inside of the cottage opened up before her made her head spin instantly, and she leaned against the back of the door to get her bearings. The tall grass and insane garden had been one thing, but this – this cottage! Everything looked like what you’d expect in a cottage kitchen – pots and dried herbs hanging from the ceiling, a kettle off on the counter, a humble wooden table and chairs neatly pushed into place – but hundreds times the size. The ceiling of the thatched roof rose so far above her she almost couldn’t see it, and the rest of the room yawned before her, shocking her to her core.

Her hands fumbled to check the sword at her back one more time, trying to steady her nerves with its familiar shape. But it didn’t bring her comfort this time, not while she stood surrounded by things that towered over her like this, completely in a foreign land.

With a quick shake of her head, Rory tried to pull herself together again. She didn’t want to be around when the thing that lived here returned. One part of her was a little surprised that a Giant would have a home such as this. She’d expected a cold, damp cave in a mountainside, with bristling bones scattering across the stone floor, human and animal alike – not this quaint, somewhat cozy-looking home with the scent of – was that lavender she smelled? – yeah, she definitely hadn’t expected to be smelling lavender in a Giant monster’s hideout.

“The girl. Find the girl.” Her whisper fell dead in the still air, the expanse of the room swallowing up her small voice. Pushing her fear aside, she made her way to the counter to the right of the kitchen, keeping to the edge of the walls so she didn’t have to cross into the wide-open space of the cobble-stone floor.

‘If I were a giant beast, where would I put a little girl?’ she thought as stopped below the counters, peering up the way they stretched above. Maybe up there. But that required more climbing. Holding back a groan, she started up again.

When she finally reached the top of the counter, she paused to take in the rest of the room. Now that it wasn’t towering above her, things looked a little less scary. But still scary enough to keep her heart thudding heavily in her chest. Unless that was from all the climbing.

Probably both.

Glass jars of dried foods and herbs crowded the countertop in a sporadic but still organized manner. Rory wondered if the girl was being held captive in one of these jars and shuddered at that image. She had to find her, and quickly. It had already been four days since her parents had begged Rory to find her, and the creature had a head start. It took someone her size- a perfectly normal size mind you - a little bit longer to travel than a monster with giant feet.

Lost in thought, Rory almost didn’t feel the first light tremor. The second one shook the counter slightly and reverberated up her legs. She unsheathed her sword by the third, palm already slickening with sweat from fear, and rushed to hide behind one of the glass jars.

The Giant had arrived.

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Well hello my fellow g/t enjoyer, I am passing here to give you the humble news that I need you to babysit my tiny, I'll come back in 3 days to pick him up

~ 🪷 anon

My toxic trait is thinking that I would be the best person to look after a Tiny, even though I can barely manage taking care of myself . . .

But you honor me, so I will do my best 😔

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Especially when you're a fan of both

i like to imagine that for every g/t fan wondering what the hell high-performance luxury vehicles are doing in their g/t searches, there’s some poor car guy who’s looking for GT vehicles and doesn’t understand why they keep getting art of giants tenderly holding tinies

its like this