Laika Loveless 🏳️‍⚧️ 🔞

Welcome welcome to everyone who followed me because isuggestforcefem got nuked off tumblr despite being a relatively safe blog causing all of us to fear for our online presences once again! great to have you here.

Americans will do anything to protect their children, if and only if "anything" involves committing horrible violence against others - generally minorities. God help you if you wanna make a street near a school more pedestrian friendly.

hey. uh. can you not?

taking your puppygirl to the vet to put her down is like, a hundred dollars. why? I can leave some bacon in the street outside my house for like, three bucks. little messy but it gets the job done.

I never stopped posting, it's just mostly over on my tumblr:
www.tumblr.com/puppygirllai...

Here at laika loveless dot bluesky we specialize in the whiplash of switching between anti-capitalist critique and incestuous comedic erotia so fast it'll straight up snap your neck. Which is the third thing we specialize in, actually.

amazing what a girl can do with an old smartphone and a tripod 😉

thank you! as the gal behind the camera i really appreciate that <3 and yeah, Dee was a breeze to film, totally focused and in her element despite the camera and all the repositioning buzzing around, while still being very open and accommodating for shots and angles. She's an amazing artist!

This was so much fun to put together with you. Y'all should definitely go check out Dee if you haven't already, her work is amazing!!!

Sometimes your friend manages to capture some really awesome shots of you doing work and you just gotta show it off, right? Anyways, a huuuuuge thank you to @puppygirllaika.bsky.social for shooting, editing, and cutting this video of me at work on starting on of the bigger tattoos I've ever done.

not a bad idea. in the 8 months since starting ocd meds I've completely changed my life for the better.

Americans will do anything to protect their children, if and only if "anything" involves committing horrible violence against others - generally minorities. God help you if you wanna make a street near a school more pedestrian friendly.

Squidward with photoshopped trinity sunglasses and a pistol, with the caption "We serve cunt here, sir."

Good Morning, World.

yup! good stuff, too. Highly effective at reducing anxiety, as proven by the fact that i'm like. able to function now.

to the person riding a motorcycle on I-5 near Tacoma around noon in the "don't bully me I'll cum" jacket: I love you.

Moment of Impact A final consideration taken in an instant

It's time for the wednesday story! Well, time for it was about 10 hours ago, but it's still wednesday, so it still counts >w<

Hey. No. We're not doing that here today.

I can only hope that in my old age people will speak of me the way Stan Rogers did of the fishing schooner Bluenose.

A screenshot of a tumblr post that reads as follows: "The first sensation in her mouth was the cool stainless steel rim of the upside-down spoon as it touched down around the edges of her tongue. Within a moment, as the metal warmed, the thick drip of syrup reached the tip of her tongue, and quickly cappilated out across it. It wasn’t what she expected of a Vinegar. It was sweet, and thick, as though the ferment had been extracted from a glass of wine and gently boiled down until it rolled like molasses in her mouth. She pulled the spoon out from between her lips, the edges of her tongue scraping along it, freeing the clinging spirit from the metal, and as she did she felt the middle of her tongue rise up to tough her palette. It seeped into every corner of the roof of her mouth, pooling upside down in vaulted valleys of tissue, the last vestiges of the spoon lending it the taste and texture of imagined mercury pooling in some distant crater, before the tender roughness of her tastebuds lapped at the waving pink expanse and drew back long strands of the sticky syrup. The stickiness tickled at the corners of her mouth as a warmth spread out across her face, the rich wine sweetening as it dripped within her and pooled around her tongue, the enzymes of her withdrawn drool realizing the sugars full potential and pushing the ferment further down into the sweetness of the grape itself, before her jaw tipped ever so slightly back, and the warmth slicked the back of her mouth, coating a thin veneer of gentle film down her throat as she swallowed. The warmth flowed in again, and again, until her tongue could touch the roof of her mouth without one sticky strand drawing it’s thin line between them, and yet that flavor still remained, it’s sweet sugars gone, leaving behind the smell of oak somewhere deep within her sinuses, and the blooming taste of new-freed ferment singing quietly upon her breath. "

If you're not following me on tumblr you're missing out on some really good balsamic vinegar facts. As well as weirdly erotic descriptions of what really good balsamic tastes/feels like. It's not me, blame Modena/Reggio for making it so damn good.

not for nothing but some of y'all would absolutely accuse Johnathan Swift of being a baby eater.

oh, yeah, I think I see your problem. your last general contractor, allistic? yeah, we see that all the time. alright, I'll get a few of my girls down here tomorrow, ones obsessed with locks and security, the other can't stand uneven things, and the third loves water systems. they'll get you sorted.

oh, yeah, I think I see your problem. your last general contractor, allistic? yeah, we see that all the time. alright, I'll get a few of my girls down here tomorrow, ones obsessed with locks and security, the other can't stand uneven things, and the third loves water systems. they'll get you sorted.

*bites you*

*gesturing at two identical girls gagged and bound to wooden poles up on the stage, writhing and crying and making muffled pleas for help as I hand you a large carving knife*

now, my dear, one of these two is your girlfriend, and the other, is a cake...

petition to add "great garglein' girlcum!" to the list of old-timey exclamations.

the coils of rope tattooed around your wrists and ankles are all hot and cute until you meet an ink witch and find you've already bound yourself up tight for her as she gives you a shove and your snared limbs tumble over with unsteady ease.

if you think that's beautiful wait 'till you see the kind of enlightenment you achieve when your daughter gets pregnant.

please, for the love of god, it would solve so many of my problems.