peach pulpeuse

if you raise the price of the effing hot dog i will kill you

[peachpulpeuse]

i have dozens of themed playlists. i have personal essays. i have multiple fandom sideblogs. i have a dreamwidth, a discord, a protonmail, a storygraph, a personal ephemera website, a lesbian digital-repository website, and a newsletter archive about the natural world. i have an ao3 with over 250,000 words of fiction. further information about all these can be obtained by means of the inquirous dm directed to your humble correspondent

[feuillesmortes]

Angela Carter, Impressions: The Wrightsman Magdalene (1993) | Gregor Erhart, Saint Mary Magdalene (1515-1520) | Hieronymus Wierix, St Mary Magdalene in the wilderness (1570-1619) | Francesco Rustici, The Penitent Saint Mary Magdalen (before 1554)

[peachpulpeuse]

i think tiger king should have had an incident about one of the women birthing live tiger cubs like mary toft birthed those rabbits

[peachpulpeuse]

limerence:

real

bullshit

Voting ended onJul 23

(definition of limerence) I have my own opinions of course........... 0:) will share when poll done

[peachpulpeuse]

why did no one tell me that abelard of abelard and héloïse was "castrated by hoodlums" on the order of the lady's uncle who mistakenly believed him to have jilted her

AND WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THAT HE NAMED THEIR SON ASTROLABE?????? WTF

[peachpulpeuse]

limerence:

real

bullshit

Voting ended onJul 23

(definition of limerence) I have my own opinions of course........... 0:) will share when poll done

[peachpulpeuse]

watching letterkenny with bae and all the blood rushed to my fucking dick when TANIS CAME ON THE SCREEN!!!!

[peachpulpeuse]

with the timbs........ i fucking need her

[peachpulpeuse]

watching letterkenny with bae and all the blood rushed to my fucking dick when TANIS CAME ON THE SCREEN!!!!

[peachpulpeuse]

you know what else is weird about weddings? how weddings are so closely associated with sex and sexuality. they are very moving and emotional and romantic of course but i don’t find it particularly erotic in and of itself to have a close romantic/life commitment. in fact in many ways it’s anti-erotic because there is disclosure, knowing, and reliable there-ness, whereas desire is about not knowing, but wanting to know, and not having them there but wanting to have them there

but there is a huge HUGE expectation of patient waiting being satisfied in a socially approved climax of personal sexual fulfillment (?) in every part of straight wedding culture. and it’s well-accepted that people tease you (not me lol thank god) the morning after about “ooh great night last night,” etc. the whole fixation must be because weddings are not inherently about fulfilling erotic desire but rather about controlling and channeling desire into an acceptable direction and magnitude

[peachpulpeuse]

let brides be sluts

[peachpulpeuse]

let brides be ravenous for satisfaction. let their dresses rip and burst with the thrashing of their legs. let their new husbands be frightened and attempt to flee but trip and fall and be dragged back by their ankles. let brides demand to be filled with a fist and a feast and a joint of meat!!!!!!

*insert quentin tarantino’s open giantess fantasizing about daryl hannah and uma thurman beating the shit out of each other*

[peachpulpeuse]

not to make it a big thing bu t “For years I thought, a femme bottom – what is more common, what is more despised? Than a girl with her legs open. Wanting something. Just wanting. I didn’t come up with this idea on my own. The whole world told me it was true. The whole world told me that there is nothing more common and stupid than someone feminine of center with their legs open, wanting something more than a kick or a curse.” - leah lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

[zapatism]

lol ur watching the world cup finals sorry im too busy HAVING SEX

(texting my dick guy) we gotta have sex rn i just blogged

(dick guy) im watching the world cup

[sugiichi]

Fulica atra [オオバン,Eurasian coot]

6兄弟に給餌するのは大変そう… 夫婦で手分けしてました🥰

[teenjournalist]

Electricians are warning young couples not to spoon, be "laid up" within 4 feet of a ceiling fan this holiday season

[fording-the-styx]

[peachpulpeuse]

found on "common cicadas of california" taxonomy page

[peachpulpeuse]

The "pest" appeared as suddenly as it would vanish. It settled on pretty bare arms and legs without the hint of a hum, in a kind of recueilli silence, that—by contrast—caused the sudden insertion of its absolutely hellish proboscis to resemble the brass crash of a military band. Five minutes after the attack in the crepuscule, between porch step and cricket-crazed garden, a fiery irritation would set in, which the strong and teh cold ignored (confident it would last a mere hour) but which the weak, the adorable, the voluptuous took advantage of to scratch and scratch and scratch scrumptiously (canteen cant). "Sladko! (Sweet!)" Pushkin used to exclaim in relation to a different species in Yukon. During the week following her birthday, Ada's unfortunate fingernails used to stay garnet-stained and after a particularly ecstatic, lost-to-the-world session of scratching, blood literally streamed down her shins—a pity to see, mused her distressed admirer, but at the same time disgracefully fascinating—for we are visitors and investigators in a strange universe, indeed, indeed. The girl's pale skin, so excitingly delicate to Van's eye, so vulnerable to the beast's needle, was, nevertheless, as strong as a stretch of Samarkand satin and withstood all self-flaying attempts whenever Ada, her dark eyes veiled as in the erotic trances Van had already begun to witness during their immoderate kissing, her lips parted, her large teeth lacquered with saliva, scraped with her five fingers the pink mounds caused by the rare insect's bite—for it is a rather rare and interesting mosquito (described—not quite simultaneously—by two angry old men—the second was Braun, the Philadelphian dipterist, a much better one than the Boston professor), and rare and rapturous was the sight of my beloved trying to quench the lust of her precious skin, leaving at first pearly, then ruby, stripes along her enchanting leg and briefly attaining a drugged beatitude into which, as into a vacuum, the ferocity of the itch would rush with renewed strength.

Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor

[peachpulpeuse]

bark like a dog. your beneath me moron