Ever wish you were a horned, chitin armored girlthing with sharp teeth and tentacle hair? No, just me?

ad argumentum. appeal to logic. fleshman.

a rare scotsman. future cost. sequitur.

slope with the normal amount of friction. leaving the goalposts in place. refusing the question.

argument from credulity. normal castle. true equivalence.

linear logic. thought-continuing phrase. post hoc, ergo non ante hoc.

gambler who counts cards. accepting the whole cherry tree. motte and another motte.

ad argumentum. appeal to logic. fleshman.

a rare scotsman. future cost. sequitur.

the plight of the postmodern succubus by grindagoat

if they're gonna remake The Princess Bride, it should open with a kid sick in bed scrolling on his phone. his grandpa arrives with a gift--it's a DVD player with a disc already inside. grandpa hooks it up to the TV and presses play. and we all just watch the original 1987 film again.

im sort of like if daphne and velma and shaggy were all lezzing out together

"only shooting stars break the mold"

Wrong

Haxorus

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by popular demand, non-animal edition

If you aren't a girl its irrelevant, you should still answer

my completely original comic idea called "blender explode"

Costello: Who did this to me? Abbott: That's right. Costello: What's right? Abbott: Who trapped you in this realm. Costello: That's what I'm asking you! Abbott: That's what I'm telling you. Costello: What's the entity's name that took my body and banished my soul to this outer world? Abbott: That's also right. Costello: What's also right? Abbott: What is another of the names it bears. Costello: WHO bears multiple names?! Abbott: It certainly does.

Costello: What was the name of the aspect which unpersoned me? Abbott: No. Why was the aspect which unpersoned you. Costello: That's beyond my knowledge! Abbott: None survive who have faced that aspect.

Costello: Let me see if I got this straight. Who walked the face of the Earth before life was dreamed by the mad gods. Abbott: Now that's the first thing you've said right! Costello: Who unseated the powerful but foolish Unnaturally. Abbott: Right! Costello: Unnaturally ate of the spirit of That's Beyond My Knowledge. Abbott: Now you've got it! Costello: I don't know what I'm talking about! That's Beyond My Knowledge took Wherefore who took Why who took Costello, who was once a human, into its teeming shadow. Abbott: That's it exactly! Costello: Well, I'm beyond caring! Abbott: Speak not that name; it may hear you.

The transfem is inherently touch starved. We didn't get to be little girls or teenage girls or regular college-age girls. We tried to meet our needs through rough-housing, but it only goes so far and lasts so long. Mom and dad stopped holding us when we stopped being cute and little, but we watch long into our teens as our cisters curl up on the couch next to their parents who pull them in for a snuggle in front of the tv well into their teens. We watch cis girls do each other's hair and makeup and hug and hold hands and yern for that freedom of touch. We think we'll get it from partners, but even those TME people who love us are afraid to touch us. They take our touch and our holds because they fit better as the little spoon and they're used to it, and we weep inside. "This is good enough I guess," says the transfem. "This is better than nothing. This is better than a kick in the teeth." We're doomed (unless we luck out real hard and live near lots of other transfems) to a life of low contact, of being treated like a threat or a pillow or a sex toy with very little in-between or outside those categories. Do better for us. Put a hand on our shoulder. Put your hand on ours when you ask how our day is and look into our eyes. If you really view us like women, treat us like one.

3/4 is sexy in a pretty lady with a nice rack and gorgeous hair kind of way.

5/4 is sexy in an eldritch horror beyond my comprehension kind of way.