whales are fish, not because they are not mammals (they are) but because cladistically all mammals, and indeed nearly every land dwelling or amphibious vertebrate, are a type of fish most closely related to lungfishes. your human friends are fish please refer to them as such

Cartoon crab with the text "I come not to praise Caesar, but to bury him"

Took a nap and dreamed that this became a hot new meme

do you think it would be cringe to show an SLP a video essay about the battle of Hastings and say I want my voice to sound like the YouTuber doing it

finally started progesterone after ten years of hemming and hawing and final results remain to be seen but I think it's making me a lot more gay and stupid I keep looking at women and wanting to kiss them

I need a woman to play with my hair. I've been silent on this issue for far too long

they should make a board game about polycule schedule management and logistics

I met you under the wisteria tree 🪻

managed to engage a Lyft driver in a conversation about traditional urine based methods of wool processing today which is sort of the holy grail of infodumping

Actual progress on my white whale fic for the first time in a few years. fingers crossed it leads to something tangible

Finally figured out how to remove fucking Gemini from my phone. I have banished your idiot god, wastrels, for I hath daemons of my own

they should have pictures of women on the internet

scheduled my first laser session on the same day as my next pelvic floor physical therapy appointment I'm going to have to show a stranger my tits and have someone's finger in my ass on the same day which I think is the closest I've come to being sexually active in like nine years

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turns out you can just pay someone like $60

idk what you're supposed to talk about with hair stylists but I told mine about the recent challenges to the pre Clovis dating of Monte Verde and why I think they are unpersuasive, hopefully that was a correct call

Back in the horsepital, the hospital of horses

💛+🩷

a good latte should be a sexual experience. a good barista is a type of sex worker

I have generally found the deeply traumatic and scarring things are what undermine my ability to accomplish things

I think it's like a 50/50 split overall and I am managing 0% of the writing and like 60% of the Job so overall around 30%

I was put on this earth to process tax returns and write about girls fucking and I am at best accomplishing like 30% of my predestined obligations at present

I so badly need to find whatever drug or religion or vitamin will let me write again. I'm starting to think I need to go for trepanation and let whatever is sloshing around in my skull these days leak directly onto a page

I have never read anything, by anyone, fiction or nonfiction, that so accurately captures what it was like to be a trans teen in the early 2010s. The ways it was better and the ways it was worse. Absolutely masterful work, even if (at time of posting) it remains unfinished. Please check it out.

I know a handful of y'all follow me for fanfic reasons and I have to recommend y'all Compulsions by Mogatrat. They've written several of my favorite fics despite the fact that I've never even played Life Is Strange.

archiveofourown.org/works/336247...

a cat is a type of raisin

I mean to be fair I haven't Posted in like a year I'm also surprised to see me here

She pulls the lock apart with quick, careful movements, laying out the pins and springs on her tray. There is a moment of silent communion between her and whoever pinned the lock, a dialogue across distance and time and anonymity as she analyzes the defenses that had been arrayed against her, the traps and tricks she had so expertly avoided as she reached into the oiled keyway, the pick and wrench an extension of those long, clever fingers, and gently persuaded it to turn.

As I watch her eyes rove across the arrangement of gleaming brass, I feel like an intruder, like I have interrupted something intimate with my clumsy, inexpert gaze. I think to turn away before her eyes flit upward to meet mine, locking me in place with her intention, her casual, earned, arrogance, and the unmistakable message: I could do this to you. I could decipher you, could feel the give and take of your resistance with the tips of my fingers, could listen for the familiar sound of your mechanisms clicking into place. I could take you apart, pick your pieces out of their housing and organize them into neat little rows for easy examination. I could make you comprehensible. I could make you mine.

untitled microfiction from when I was watching a lot of lock picking videos and thought hey this could be gay and horny

so proud of these brave space freaks risking life and limb to give the moon her estradiol shot

there NEEDS to be a AAA jrpg with a character that gets forcefemmed like Cloud Strife but actually follows through to the natural conclusion and has her fully transition