Things That Make Me Squishy Inside

40+ (🤯)years old; Genderfluid omni-sexual poly-fetishist. They/Them. 18+, please!

[dragon-in-a-fez]

people act like having breakfast for dinner is weird and special when in fact it's the most widespread and normalised meal identity transgression out there. talk to me when you're having dinner for breakfast, snack for dinner, lunch for brunch,

[forgottenbones]

[anarchistmemedistro]

[anarchistmemedistro]

[mawofthemagnetar]

What do you mean “chat” is now referring to ChatGPT and not twitch chat? What? What? What the fuck? No?

When I address chat I am speaking to a presumed Greek chorus of real human people shitposting on their lunch break, not a machine that devours lakes to covert electricity into slop.

[soulren]

“Ghosts are real” I can see how you could believe that

“Ghosts aren’t real” it’s very fair and rational that you believe that

“Ghosts aren’t real anymore” I’m about to hear a poem or very sad story

“Ghosts aren’t real yet” the fuck are you going to do

[jukeboxemcsa]

Emma Reaches Her Limit

Emma shook and trembled in Jessamine's lap as if she'd been dosed with some violent convulsive, her breath coming in long, panting rasps that spoke to the notion of a woman close to the very limits of her endurance. Sweat clung to her pale pink skin, making her shoulder-length blonde hair hang lank and limp on her scalp, and her eyelids had long ago squeezed so tightly shut they couldn't open. She'd gone past trance to some kind of fugue state barely identifiable as consciousness, with nothing but the tight grip of hypnosis on her mind holding her back from simply collapsing like a rag doll… and yet when Jessamine cooed, "Come on, pretty girl, my little cutie's got one more big cummie in her, doesn't she?" Emma found herself tensing up in climax yet again.

She couldn't remember anymore how she'd come to be naked and straddling her TA's thighs, with one set of Jessamine's fingers rubbing her swollen clit while the other was knuckle-deep inside her sopping cunt--summoning the memory required an act of will, after all, and every last bit of Emma's willpower had leaked out of her messy pussy and smeared all across her quaking, quivering thighs. All she knew was that she couldn't possibly disobey the charismatic grad student, couldn't even imagine the notion in her dazed and drowsy mind, and Jessamine kept using that to wring one climax after another after another out of her until her entire brain reeled with the overwhelming ecstasy of it all. "That's a good girl, but I know you've got just one more cummie in there," Jessamine purred, and Emma's body reflexively acted to obey.

It wasn't even that Emma was a prude, or anything; the young undergrad was away from home for the first time, with a libido barely removed from her teenage years, and she'd done plenty of experimenting with the men and women of her college campus during that heady, intoxicatingly free freshman year. But every body had limits, and Emma knew she was getting close to hers, and what truly overwhelmed her was that she had no idea what would happen when she reached them. Would she simply pass out from exhaustion in Jessamine's lap, leaving her body limp and her mind nothing more than wet clay to be shaped and molded by her mentor? Would she reach some brain-broken plateau where orgasm was the only thing left in her head, leaving her permanently lost in the throes of climax and unable to return? Could she actually die from cumming too much? Emma didn't know, and her thoughts were too muddled to process any of these ideas, but they hung in the air nonetheless.

Until finally Jessamine gave a little giggle, murmuring, "Just one more, baby doll, one more and you're done," and Emma's body spasmed in a final orgasm long after she'd lost count of how many climaxes she'd experienced. Then she did go limp, slumping against Jessamine in an undignified heap, and although she remained vaguely close to conscious it wasn't anything like being awake. Jessamine slid the limp young woman off her lap and onto the floor, which might as well have been a warm, welcoming bed to Emma, and then she sat down next to Emma's head and gently brushed the lank, sweaty hair out of the supine student's face. "Now I want you to go back into the memory of all those cummies, sweetie," she intoned, and Emma twitched in a mingling of perfect delight and perfect despair as she realized she'd never be free of the pleasure Jessamine had trapped her in.

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[animentality]

[70sgroovy]

leonard cohen photographed in montreal, 1973

[stickywetpussies]

[quietwingsinthesky]

did i tell you guys i failed at being sexually harassed at work today?

[quietwingsinthesky]

okay so, guy at work, who i find out afterwards is famous at this place for being a sex pest, comes up and starts with what i also learn is his favorite opener to conversations where he’s going to be a sex pest, namely: “Do you know where the term ‘blow job’ comes from?”

and here he made his first fatal error. his moment of hubristic sex pesting. because of course i know where the term blow job comes from, i love learning about sex and the history of sexual terms! i know so much about oral sex that i could write a book on it!

his second error: approaching a little autistic freak with what he intended to be an uncomfortable sex question that would make me feel weird and gross. Friends, Romans, Countrymen, I Have Never Misjudged A Man’s Intentions So Incredibly In My Life. because i did not realize he was trying to harass me. because i love talking about sex facts, albeit not usually at work. unless. someone prompts me. my coworkers are the kind of people who are generally online enough to know terms, but not exactly what they mean, and they realized they could ask me a while back and get good answers without the resulting awkwardness because i do not experience shame. i am primed to answer questions like the one he has proposed.

So I Answered It.

and well, really, what happened is that I began answering it, then realized the answer required a bit more context. I mean, you can’t just say “oh, well, the term first appears in writing in the 1940s” without first explaining that ‘blow’ by itself already had sexual connotations for centuries, and then, really, are we talking about the origin of the term or the origin of the act. and well we have a ton of literature and art depicting fellatio throughout human history, did you know a lot of it was men performing it on other men? oh, that reminds me, there are a multitude of latin words for oral sex performed on penises, and hold on let me quote you the entirety of catullus 16 from memory and explain it’s fascinating insights into the roman world of homosexuality-

i do not know how to turn any of this ^ off, by the way. i’m sure some people out there have a switch that disables their infodumping mid-speech. i do not. and i also didn’t realize he wasn’t looking for a real answer until my other coworker explained so hours later. he could not excuse himself from the conversation he started, and i made a conservative man at least 30 years older than me to listen to my catullus recitation. i will sodomize and facefuck you, indeed.

anyway, i think i got a bad grade in being sexually harassed. my pro tip is maybe don’t start with what a very autistic individual will misconstrue as you earnestly asking them to explain sex to you. the special interest shield will cause splashback damage.

[an-ruraiocht]

also i was trying to work out if my wet beast was a cormorant or a shag so i tried googling "shag uk" and. well. that didn't go well

so then i tried "shag birds uk"

this was not an improvement

[an-ruraiocht]

#this post is one hr old and has been on my dash #FIVE TIMES #from completely separate people #not mutuals reblogging each other #people I follow who all reblogged it from someone different#I’m fascinated

everyone wants to mock my suggestive birdwatching mishaps

[sparrowlucero]

dinosaur discourse

[gallusrostromegalus]

I am going to spoil the joke under the cut, but in service of giving some additional context that makes it even funnier:

If you're having trouble telling what the difference is between the two dinos, the joke is that there is virtually no difference, save for a feature we have no actual physical evidence for (unless there's been a big update I missed, we don't have any conclusive evidence of what large therapods were colored like).

This does not stop every paleoart subreddit or twitter/bsky artist following from being full of the most utterly miserable bickering pedants having wildly disproportionate reactions to minor and purely theoretical... I can't even call them arguments. Just different ideas.

Meanwhile, the paleoartists I know from my master's program- the people who are doing the illustrations for real museums like the smithsonian and university teaching materials- are out there having fun and going "How much can I make this Tyrannosaur look like a flamingo? It's not like there's anything to suggest they were NOT bright pink :)"

[sario528]

Hey Gallus, as an Actual paleoartist, what do you think of this?

[gallusrostromegalus]

So my master's is in Botanical Illustration, not Paleontological Illustration, but I did Email this to my profs that would make redditors explode and they offered the following notes:

Overall: The vibes are immaculate, but Probably Not

We have some fossil evidence to suggest juvenile Rexes were downy, but adults were almost certainly not

Especially not like this, because sparrows are floofy because they're little animals that live in temperate climates with cold winters, and T-Rex was a Very Large Animal living in tropical climates. It did not need the insulation.

That's a pose a T-rex could strike but not it's natural habit. The artist has also fudged the proportions a bit, in a very plausible way so always double-check your measurements and reference sources to make sure you're not making stuff up

T-rex would have had no need for flight feathers like depicted on the wings and tail, and it comes from earlier in the evolutionary tree than flighted dinosaurs so it wouldn't have them vestigially either

HOWEVER:

It's extremely valid and compelling to consider how feathering might have radically changed the silhouettes, especially in terms of camouflage and insulation for some of the smaller and midsize dinosaurs

Patterning and cryptic camouflage are also very valid interpretations, even on a giant non-aquatic predator, because a ton of animals are paler on the underside

The little bright cheek puffs are something that might have shown up as skin pigmentation, esp given that Rexes had extremely good vision and probably fairly sociable so communicative coloration would be a very valid and reasonable choice

They think its very cute and funny and they're all emailing this image to each other and printing it to put it on office doors

[sweetsubmissivegirly3-deactivat]

[raghadd-deactivated20210120]

[darkwitchclaire]

"my son turned out fine" your daughter fantasizes about having the very things which make us human stripped away

[teaboot]

I’m not Christian, I don’t go to church anymore, and my pastor died, but when he was alive I’d sometimes go to his sermons and I remember one time he said “it feels good to hate, but we know that it isn’t allowed, so when we’re told that we’re allowed to hate someone we get so excited that we forget we’re supposed to love”, and if my humble atheist ass might borrow some church talk I’d like to perhaps submit that