yeah more cc
Anon asked: Do you have to pollute the air?
Don't you think that everybody has to breath your ejaculate is just gross? — old_pines: I have gone on record as being quite against seasonal plant spunk issues. I cannot begrudge my fellows their need to procreate, but damn do I need to breathe. (Also, this pine pollinates bugger-all after the Voluntary Pruning of 2008. Cones in place, but no pollen to be found.) https://curiouscat.me/old_pines/post/915758088
more curious cat
Anon asked: What kind of pine are you? — old_pines: I've made the joke, after stepping into the furry subculture, that I'm an Abies lasiocarpa (North American fir)…a "firry", if you will. Pinus aristata is probably a better fit, though.
Anon asked: Hi, i currently sit at an history test, and i'm totaly unprepared, can you help me?
1.) When was the lupine-vulpine war and who won it?
2.) Through what new technology did the former underlying side win?
3.) Why did the coyotes chanced sides after the introduction of… — old_pines answered:
I don't condone cheating…
1) Dunno which one you mean. The Lupine Expansion from BCE 4287-4253—particularly the Vulpine Suppression of 4262—was the first major…
Yeah, you there. C’mere.
You’re pretty ok, y’know that?
*leans in closer*
Like, you’re great. Despite all your ingrained self-loathing and distrust of your own senses, despite all the aggressions you’ve turned against yourself, despite all the times you felt alone, unwelcome, you are fucking fantastic.
*uncomfortably close now, radiant body heat tangible against your skin*
‘Kay…Imma go now.
Anon asked: How often do you find yourself needing to “take care of things” when reading or writing a hot scene? — I take it you're asking if I find myself shaking my shortest branch to relieve myself of accumulated sap while I get to an erotic moment in a story. Wait…that doesn't work. Strictly speaking, sap is analogous to blood. Never mind.
I dunno what sort of minority this puts me in, but I don't get riled up enough…
Anon asked: what is your opinion of wood chippers? — That's vaguely threatening, in a Fargoish sort of way.
I don't like them very mulch.
Anon asked: What kinds of nonfiction do you like? — Natural history is a big one for me. I used to have a set of Stephen Jay Gould books that I loved reading, but they vanished in some long-ago-and-far-away move. Gould's descriptive style and humor left a serious mark on me. I enjoyed The Dinosaur Heresies by Robert Bakker. I also liked The Song of the…
Anon asked: Did you go to college? What degree did you pursue? — I did one year at University of Minnesota's Duluth campus. I cannot for the life of me remember which I went for first, but one semester was Teaching (angling for English/Language Arts) and the other was Psychology (with the aim of becoming a guidance counselor). Neither was a good choice for me. Uni wasn't a bright move on my part, to begin with…
Anon asked: Would you rather live in a world with magic but no technology or a world with technology but no magic? — I'd argue that applied magic _is_ technology. Technology is just the application of concrete knowledge. If we lived in a world where, for instance, one could…
Anon asked: Did your appetite for coffee ever come back? — Somewhat. I can't say that I am fully "back on my bullshit", but I am drinking coffee again. That fever a while back killed my desire for coffee hard for a few weeks. It just finally came back properly a week or so ago. (Just in time for 100º temps to come around and make hot beverages distasteful.)
Hey, anyone wanna help me stave off the scrabbling claws of existential dread with a moment or two of escapist nonsense? Shoot some Qs my way and I'll A 'em.
Then she posted it on a crochet group she’s in on Facebook and people have gone apeshit. We’re seriously pondering buying a $140 button press and kit of our own now. :/
Since I basically never get a lunch break I used some button-making supplies from work a few weeks ago to made four buttons.
[The far right of the four is a gift icon I received from @/TortieBoo on Twitter.]
Yesterday I *cough* borrowed a couple more buttons worth of materials and did two for the wife. In the morning, I quickly doodled a little yarn ball and crochet hook and added the phrase “The next person to ask what I’m ‘knitting’ gets an S-hook up their ass.” She loved it.
Mind’s stuck thinking about wet cat-lass pussies having fur-fringed pawpads probing, rubbing, pinching their folds and teasing them with file-dulled claw-tips. Same claw tips raking through the fur between the legs, from base of tail, around the ass, up in parallel furrows until they split to follow the contours of the outer lips.
End of May: Arkansas River flooding like her gf just told her she bought a new strap-on, still trying to clear the remnants of an infection out of my lungs, barely getting any time for writing, can’t keep up between twitter/discord/mastodon so the latter hasn’t gotten much love (sorry), and my body has lost its desire for coffee.
That’s here in a nutshell. How are you doing, lovelies?
Writer of shoddy (often furry) fiction. Might get better.
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