wencheswithcannons:

Demon Baby

Deadbeat baby-demon-daddy showin’ up when the hard works over.

wencheswithcannons:

Demon Baby

Deadbeat baby-demon-daddy showin’ up when the hard works over.

weremerebear:

unresurrection:

v was like “you don’t need caffeine” and NO I NEED CAFFEINE i need it to not have hideous withdrawal headaches and also to concentrate occasionally 

Well get ready for ADHD meds because if you thought caffeine withdrawl was bad…hoo boy

People sometimes give me an odd look when I tell them I drink coffee to mellow out and concentrate. In fact, there are times when I drink it and neatly fall asleep in short order.

AngryBonsai: also if you gave birth to snakes I would still love you
AngryBonsai: and satan would not get any of his snake babies back
AngryBonsai: cause mine <3
TurtleFlower: It really reminds me of an old burn actually
TurtleFlower: Because it's sorta thick
AngryBonsai: weird
AngryBonsai: its where your stuffing goes
AngryBonsai: clearly
AngryBonsai: where you keep all the snakes
TurtleFlower: <3 <3
TurtleFlower: Where else am I going to keep them?
AngryBonsai: exactly
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A fun story for the kids

So, a weird thing that happened today.

I was in front of the mirror in my work’s restroom and sort of scowling at myself. I was doing that thing where I wonder if I’m getting fatter, basically any time I look at a mirror. So I pull up my shirt a little to verify that I’m still an emaciated vaguely malnourished skele-babe. I’m like, “okay, I guess this is alright.” I shimmy around a little and then I pull my shirt up higher to see how far my ribs are sticking out today.

And I have this perfect beige line from my navel to the edge of my sternum. My first thought is, “oh great NOW I get chest hair?”. But I check and it’s actually on my skin.

Alright, so scratch it and figure out it’s probably a scab. But for some reason I just happen to have a scab in a perfectly straight line down the middle of my midsection. I know I didn’t burn myself there and I’m fairly certain I haven’t gone into any masochistic fugues lately.

So basically what I’m saying is if somebody decided to slam their ovipositor into my belly and lay eggs into my chest cavity I’m going to be pretty mad. I mean A. ya didn’t ask first and B. you could have at least involved me I mean come on that would be awesome.

Also, it apparently takes 2 days without shaving for me to be consistently ‘sir’ed by people I come across. That’s the threshold.

weremerebear:

tortuefleur — I’m the opposite but I work at a call center so my voice gets hella practice.

I used to worry about doing voice practice to feminize my voice or what not but these days I just really dig my voice and I don’t worry about it. Mostly, it’s just annoying because I work on the phone so much and it sounds awful when recorded.

Saytr answers

wencheswithcannons:

tortuefleur said: Commenting from fancy phone to tell you that you are amazing and we are nearly through this whole debacle soon we’ll be together again and this will be a dim memory. You and I can figure out how much luridly gorgeous sex two bodies can truly achieve. And then run off and be…

…..gypsies together in the middle of the desert. We will trade in our mermaid tails for serpentine ones, our seashells for the thorny sweet smelling cactus flowers and vines that only bloom in moonlight. We will oil our hair and wear henna and sleep on hot rocks…..and forget all about snow……..and not remember a time when we couldn’t see the stars at night.

what is the “body”? this is an important question. what is the function of a Sexed body? more important: how does cisgender-heterosexual Western capitalist ideological hegemony limit the function of a “body”? i fantasize about worlds where anyone can be as gay and furry as they want to be, where i have a prehensile tail and half my brain is Logged In to the ‘Net. where i can lay eggs outside of my body instead of storing them, like a jackass, inside my tummy. this can only happen when capitalism and sex are obliterated into the ground

Unsurprisingly this is one of my new favorite things to write about.

wencheswithcannons:

My fist wave of Gulf fritillary butterflies emerged from their chrysalis today.  
I was sad because I didn’t get to see them when thy are first out with wet rumpled wings and fat swollen abdomens before they ‘inflate’ and dry their wings.
hopefully I will catch the next wave.

Oh goodness..!

wencheswithcannons:

My fist wave of Gulf fritillary butterflies emerged from their chrysalis today.

I was sad because I didn’t get to see them when thy are first out with wet rumpled wings and fat swollen abdomens before they ‘inflate’ and dry their wings.

hopefully I will catch the next wave.

Oh goodness..!