i-likeit-ruff

19 | she/her | minors DNI

[i-likeit-ruff]

—Intro post—

Hi! I’m Quinn*, 19, welcome to my blog! It was supposed to just be NSFW, but it’s since expanded to be 50/50 with me just yapping…

I’m transfem (she/her) but intersex. If you’re here for the horny stuff, all you need to know is that externally, I have typical amab anatomy 🙂‍↕️. Otherwise prepare yourself for a lot of complaining about my period

Asks are always open for everything!

DMs are reserved to SFW until we get to know each other except mutuals (go wild!)

DNI: minors, SH/ED blogs, Nazis/transphobes/misogynists/etc. You get the vibe.

*a pseudonym. i keep my air of secrecy until we get to know each other and then i reveal my true name ;)

Tags:

quinn.txt - horny text posts

quinn.sfw - anything not horny

quinn.mp3 - audios

quinn.ans - asks and answers

whining - um. what it says on the tin. so vents, mostly

TAKEN ANONS: 🐈‍⬛

Check below the break for the fun stuff :3

Ace but processing trauma through kink, preferring t4t, mostly bottom sub-leaning switch. (I might just be lying to myself about the switch part…)

Kinks (major ones bold):

pet/puppy play

praise and light degradation

overstim

exhibitionism, intox, somno, free use

cnc (dubcon, not rape),

biting/marks, blood, most forms of painplay

soft/pleasure doms

breeding (oh my god pls breed me)

fauxcest, apparently (but i probably won’t post much about it because the idea of having a loving father makes me cry)

Currently exploring these kinks: omorashi, edging/orgasm control/denial

Hard limits (not DNI - just not my thing):

scat

harsh degradation - I’m a slut, but I’m your slut and you love me

punishment/being called bad - I’m trying very hard to be a good girl :(

long-term denial - I’ll cry if I don’t get the chance to cum at the end

DNI, kink edition: detrans or misogyny/patriarchy, anything weight/food related

There’s nothing wrong with engaging with these kinks, but being near them is detrimental to my own mental health!

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trying a new journaling app for systems, ampersand (it seems great, so far it gets an endorsement :)

but uh… i don’t have a system name? like the one that makes sense to me, The Group Project (tm) seems so lame :(

[robdogdraws]

Throw her

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oh my god i hate adhd. i have so many thoughts going through my head that i can’t even think them properly and i’m just blank. i can’t sort through the static that’s going on in my brain to have coherent, intelligent thoughts

[clownfactories]

there should be a second pride month in fall or winter for people who have heat intolerance. no other reason.

[bettyrightnow]

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to put no effort into my appearance

[warcrimesimulator]

[the-bi-wonder]

When I was diagnosed at age sixteen, after having one period in the eighth grade and then never again till a medically induced one my junior year of high school - my uterine lining measured in centimeters because it was so thick, my mother turned to me in the car. She was upset. Literal tears in her eyes. And she told me her friend had PCOS, but was still able to have kids. That this was still a possibility for me if I did injections and fertility treatments, etc. My mom had never asked me if I wanted kids, she just assumed.

My first conversation about PCOS with my new endocrine/OBGYN was about weight management and how that could improve my fertility when I eventually wanted kids. It wasn't asked what my goals were for my health or if I wanted kids, just assumed.

I was a hormonal, depressed mess. I hated my body. My body dysmorphia was so bad that I cloistered myself away from so much. I wore hoodies and jeans in the 90°F, 80% humidity summers. This was considered fine. I was given metformin and birth control pills and told this was all that could be done. That PCOS wouldn't affect my life until I wanted to be pregnant. I wasn't asked if I wanted to be pregnant, just assumed.

I don't know how many PCOS groups I joined on my early 20s hoping to find community and commonality for body dysmorphia and symptom management, only to be bombarded with fertility treatments and tips and 'inspirational conception' anecdotes. They never asked if I was attempting to conceive, just assumed.

It's a problem. It's been a problem. And thank god I learned to speak up and find medical professionals that would help me with *MY* goals. I shouldn't have had to, someone should have recognized the needs of that sixteen y.o. and protected her, but I can only hope the conversation changes as awareness increases.

[i-likeit-ruff]

i’m being extremely normal about this song

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well that was rude >:( my phone just gave me a big notification that my ovulation is coming up as i’m crying at the idea of a parents love for their child.

[i-likeit-ruff]

i’m being extremely normal about this song

[i-likeit-ruff]

eheheh sweetie bird! you'll never guess what i saw todayyy :] it was an eastern phoebe! it's a kind of songbird that always greets me in the morning, and it's also the reason i thought of calling you sweet bird ^^ they're cute little things to watch, i'd recommend bird watching if you can. sometimes you just need nature and the birds rather than a television y'know?

(p.s. should i get an emoji of some sort 🤔 if so, what would be fitting for me? i'm curious what you think)

oh that’s cool! i actually live outside their range, so i’ve never seen one before.

i actually tried getting into birding a long time ago as a science thing (i wanted to document all the birds i saw and contribute to a database by cornell university) but i just didn’t know where to go to look. i took out a whole bunch of books from the library and everything :3

and that’s so cute that you hear one every morning! i have really vivid memories from my childhood of going out first thing in the morning when the dew was still on the grass with my computer (so maybe i was an odd child who wrote essays for fun, what’s it to you…) and sitting in the yard. and there was always a chickadee, singing away its song.

also fun fact about birds: except for during mating season, the vast majority of canada (except for like a tiny sliver of bc, southern ontario, and the maritimes) doesn’t actually have crows! the black birds we refer to as crows are actually common ravens. you can distinguish their calls because crows have really short calls, like a “caw caw caw,” whereas ravens put their whole hoo ha into it with a long trilling/screaming “caaaaaawwww.” so a crow is what i sound like if im startled, a raven is if i see a snake ;)

i really want to befriend a raven some day. get in the routine of feeding them every morning, slowly earning its trust. i think maybe if i invite its friendship, i won’t go as mad as edgar allen poe did ;)

(also fun fact: in grade five i memorized the entirety of the raven. i don’t remember much of it, but i think i could probably recite the first stanza or two?)

hmmm maybe 🌘? i don’t know why, that’s just a vibe i’m feeling

[i-likeit-ruff]

hi sweet little bird, can i call you that for now? hehe

i mean that's a random pet name, but i always like terms of endearment :3c

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testing...? hello? 🥺

i feel like this ask is only appreciated with the ask i got from you not even five seconds later… but unfortunately i don’t think i can connect them here

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You've always been so silly in an endearing way little bird, don't overthink that essay okay?

:((( how am i supposed to not overthink my essay when i have to get all my thoughts out in 750 words? i could write 750 word just saying hi!

but okay... if you think i'm endearing maybe i'll have to try... 🥺

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ahhh the joys of chicago style (footnote citations): my essay only takes up half the page because the other half is just citations

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oh i'm so fucked. my essay that's supposed to be less than 750 words is currently up to 830 with no intro or conclusion

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words are meaningless. i don't even know if i understand my own thesis anymore

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oh i'm so fucked. my essay that's supposed to be less than 750 words is currently up to 830 with no intro or conclusion

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gonna rewatch the tadc finale because i wanted to cry but i was in a public movie theatre with my mother so perhaps if i watch it privately i’ll finally feel something after a week of numbness