#brain breaking

[unbearablyticklish]

when your belly button is an erogenous zone but also ticklish it literally breaks your brain. like why do i kinda get turned on and like it but it also tickles sometimes so i giggle. but then other times i like it played with during cuddles. it's like it has an off and on switch when it's ticklish 😵‍💫

[millerflintstone]

On the way home from today's outing, I was talking with @unfriendlypedestrian about how I haven't experienced what I refer to as my brain breaking in a while.

The first time was when I was learning French in high school. It's very similar to Spanish as they're both Romance languages. However, because they are so similar, during my first year I would randomly throw in the French word for a Spanish word when talking with my mom and she would just look so confused. And I didn't realize I was doing it! And I'd often forget the Spanish word entirely for a bit.

For example, I can't remember what I was talking about with my mom but I meant to say the Spanish word for century (siglo) and said the French word (siecle) instead. She looked perplexed but realized what was happening. Then she just started laughing and I started laughing. My sister was at work so I couldn't ask her to help.

After that first year, things got easier. I took French through college and then I let it fall by the wayside but I can still understand and read some.

The next time I felt this was when I was learning my first programming language (C++). It was just a different structure of classes compared to literature and linguistics. I started taking classes at a community college near where I lived in MI at the time. It was fascinating but super challenging. I remember sitting in the parking lot of my my job in Ann Arbor with my textbook feeling like I was about birth Athena or something but in a good way.

Maybe learning hooping tricks and getting more advanced there has been similar. Not exactly the same, but similar.

So, no real resolutions over here but I'll be looking for the next thing to break my brain. I'm long overdue.

[pretty-puppy-aurora]

"Bimbo with big tits who just wants to be fucked and bred huh? I bet she loves using her tits to please. You would love to make me cum on your tits baby?"

"Cum on my tits daddy please, fuck I'm such a slut"

"Felt like such a whore writing that, didn't you?"

[ajaegerpilot]

me n chris just figured out that dabb wrote 5.16 dark side of the moon (the first and only episode where dean and sam went to heaven, and we found out that john winchester was a sack of shit to his wife and kids yet again through one of dean’s childhood trauma flashbacks essentially) and 15.20 carry on (the last episode where dean and sam go to heaven, and we find out that john winchester is in heaven too with the aforementioned wife with absolutely no criticism).

[inz-lokisdottir]

Does it also happen to you that you're thinking to say something and when you're about to speak, you start in a different way than what you were thinking and then your brain goes "oh, let me fix this" and you start saying what you were thinking of saying and now it just makes no since.

My brain nearly broke whilst reading that but I think I understand….so, yes, yes that does happen to me.

[archivedgnostalgic]

When the drones come for her again, she's dragged from her bed, onto her feet, and held in place as the hulking creatures begin preparing her for the next step in her rehabilitation. Cold water is doused over her body, before she's roughly scrubbed clean, with a slathering of soap run through her hair. Her cheeks are grasped in powerful claws, and her lips pursed as her face is plied with an excess of makeup. A golden collar clicks around her neck, marking her as an imperial slave.

>She knows not to resist when the Drones come. She stands still with her arms out, to let them take her with the least amount of resistance. This time the grab her and hold her still, roughly bringing her to a sterile cell with a pair of slightly less aggressive-looking drones. These drones come forward and hose her down with the cold water. She yelps a little, but images of HIC are all around her! She must be...must...be...safe? She whimpers and let the drones work, scrubbing her with rough brushes that leave her clean, pink, and sore. She’s grabbed again and pulled to a separate chamber, her eyes cast down at the floor as she’s grabbed by a cerulean blooded attendant and appropriately plastered with makeup. She makes only a few tiny yips of pain as she’s jostled, pinched, prodded, and painted. She looks up at the cerulean and is slapped for the audacity. Stupid stupid human why should you ever look up, look at the floor, trolls are better than you. The cerulean says something to another troll somewhere and then forcibly clicks the golden collar around Roxy’s neck. The cerulean gives the collar one good yank, demanding to be looked in the eyes. Roxy resists, but after the third heavy thump to the side of her head she looks up. The troll grins and laughs, telling her that’s an imperial slave now and she should be lucky she hasn’t been publicly culled.

[renee-walker]

Mary Lynn Rajskub is on Talking Dead?

GUYS MY FANDOM COLLISION, HELP! 

(Does anybody besides brusselsprite get this?)

[iandominikbreen]

Holy shit why is American Sign Language so much more difficult to learn than British? Why can this not just be a universal language?