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do you think hes a smart fella or a fart smella
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try lyrics from songs you like
TRUE mught do that
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HIE SIPPY HOORAY this is from JESSE by te way
HI JSUESSY *Waves at you
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FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
#artfight#team wither#cool swag art#pic 1 characters belong to ittybitty-enby#pic 2 butchvampire#pic 3 molabuddy#pic 4 oropharynx
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Finding Cancer a New Way
Finding Cancer a New Way
A HOME TEST FOR ORAL AND THROAT CANCER is now available in the United States. The innovative test is being marketed directly to the general public, with the company targeting former or current tobacco users and anyone 50 years and older. Today we look at finding oropharynx cancer a new way.
Sounds good, right? Even non-smokers are at risk of oropharyngeal cancer (the part of the throat at the…
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Many people think cocaine is a fun recreational drug with no harmful side effects. But the truth is that something terrible can happen to you. You see, your nasal cavity is separated from your mouth by the hard palate and soft palate... but at the oropharynx, the two sections connect, allowing air inhaled from your nose to enter your esophagus. That means that when you inhale cocaine, the powder travels through your nasal mucosa but ultimately leeches into the mouth, where taste buds are present. Then, if you eat a succulent meal, your ability to discern flavor will be reduced by the drug's numbing properties, resulting in diminished enjoyment.
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Have dick maths. Please adjust sizes at your leisure. I thought you might find this useful.
Height * 0.083 = average penis length
Height * 0.125 = longer end penis length
Height * 0.053 = average circumference
Height * 0.066 = larger circumference
Height * 0.057 = above average tongue length measured from oropharynx to tip
Height * 0.108 = average hand length
Height * 0.054 = average middle finger length
Height * 0.024 = Nipple diameter
Height * .0208= average testicle length/height
this is incredibly helpful for specifics, I could never find proper numbers for stuff like this. I'll probably do a lot of eyeing just to get vague average lengths but this does help a lot with girth measurements
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couple redraws from the new season...
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diagnosed with a tight little thrussy (doctor says I have a crowded oropharynx that could be causing sleep apnea)
#this is my favorite doctor ive ever seen he is so validating and genuinely wants to get to the bottom of problems#ive dealt with high blood pressure and fatigue and anemia for years and the doctor i had before was like#'welp idk what's causing that. Lose weight i guess'#but this doctor gave a full physical and asked about my sleeping habits and said 'has no one talked to you sbout sleep apnea before?'#and instead of telling me to lose weight he asked me to talk about my weight#and i said i fluctuate between 240 and 260 but i am active and do not want to intentionally try and lose weight#but that i want to work on making myself feel better - eating better/being more active/etc#and he said that was great and to keep doing what im doing!#i didnt feel talked down to or admonished like. this is wild !!!
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Here's part 3 of introducing the Æylphitus!
Lorvaztekiphus (name meaning: disgusting wreath or below the hated earth):
These hellish creatures came into fruition after the first war in heaven and a mass exodus of Äylcephomus who fell from grace. The species name, Lorvaztekiphus, is used to refer to all fallen angels, devils (or archdemons), demons, imps (or fiends), and sinners. Lorvaztekiphus derives from their god, Lorvazhektindus, and the angels believe that they’re responsible for putting the seed of corruption into those who were still a part of their holy race. They’re the clear antithesis to the strictly moral and justifiably sacred nature of the Äylcephomus. They aim to cause mischief and eternal agony amongst those they specifically target. On that note, each member of the Lorvaztekiphus is divided into types, a more “traditional” hierarchy, and breeds associated with each of the 9 circles. Like Äylcephomus, most infernal subspecies have different forms. These forms consist of their normal appearance, a true manifestation, and a humanoid and/or animal disguise. They can possess certain objects, humans, Ufrajozlens, and specific Æylphitus in order to cause problems and have fun. Their skin colours widely vary amongst each Lorvaztekiphus member and those who have wings will most likely possess somewhat porous bones. They have a split from the back of where their tongue begins to the lower lip that snakes down to the middle of their collarbone. This split opens their lower jaw in two, revealing their secret canine teeth, and a hyperflexible opening between the oral cavity and oropharynx. Their oral cavity and oropharynx is covered in microscopic spiked feelers that help to have a better grip on food and the faces of their victims. Due to its hyperflexibility, they can fit the entire head of most prey in order to ensure that the soul-sucking process is successful. They can replenish their lifeforce, gain more strength, and satisfy their hunger by absorbing the souls of humans, Ufrajozlens, and even Æylphitus through physical touch. They're immune to normal and hellish fire, cold and warm temperatures, ice, and low level heavenly abilities. Similar to heaven, their abode has 9 circles that descend deeper into the underworld. They also have control over the 7 terraces of purgatory, but they are only responsible for ensuring that the trials run smoothly and that the leaders are performing their duties properly.
#writerscorner#writing#creative writing#another super important Æylphitus breed#angels have a love-hate relationship with these silly lil' dudes#also don't mess with them#fictional species#fantasy#monster#multiverse#demons#devils#archdemon#fallen angel#imps#fiend#sinner#infernal hierarchy#purgatory#divine comedy inspired#part 3/?#looking for moots#looking for mutuals#looking for friends#moots pls
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Flip, Reverse
Rated X / 1390 words / Posted on AO3
“Oh god, I’m gonna come again.”
He grunts, gripping her hips and pushing his half-spent cock back inside in an attempt to draw it out. She rides wave after wave, her legs reduced to jello and her hips aching from her splayed knees-to-chest position.
Finally, he slips out and she collapses onto the bed, panting and beyond sated. The vibrator buzzes rudely, unrelenting in its task, and she fumbles to switch it off with uncoordinated fingers. Mulder flops down on the bed beside her, the whites of his teeth shining in the low light.
“Holy shit,” he says, a smile in his voice and his hand on her hip. “I didn’t know you could do that.”
She drags herself up off the mattress and slumps towards him, her cheek landing on his sweat-damp chest. He collects her with strong, steady arms and drapes her body over half of his.
“Neither did I,” she admits, and the hand that was brushing broad circles over her back stills momentarily.
“Really?” he asks, equally disbelieving and hopeful. “You don’t have to stroke my ego, Scully.”
“I would never,” she replies, smiling with heavy, dopamine soaked eyelids. “I’m serious, that’s never happened before.”
There is a long pause in which the rush of hormones begins to pull her steadily towards sleep.
“Holy shit,” he says again, and that’s the last thing she hears before she drifts off.
--
“You feel so good.”
He slows, blowing a steady stream of air out through pursed lips.
“Keep talking like that and I’m not gonna make it, Scully.”
Her face is pressed into the mattress, her ass in the air and her thighs parted enough to accommodate the width of his hips. Each time he slides back in it sends a rush of warmth through her pelvis, as though he’s brushing right up against her orgasm over and over, coaxing it out of her like a snake charmer. The climax itself doesn’t feel important; this alone would be enough if he could just keep it up forever.
But of course, he can’t. Neither can she, truthfully. Her knees keep inching wider, her gracilis hanging on for dear life as he sacks against her over and over. Sharp and fast, and then slow and long, and then deep, pressing, reaching. Heaven is a place on earth after all.
She reaches blindly towards her bedside table and he playfully snaps his hips against her, nearly making her lose her balance. When the vibrator is turned on and pressed against the side of her clit, he no longer has the wherewithal to joke.
“Oh, god,” she breathes, and he finds a rhythm that he can sustain. “Oh my god, oh fuck,” she keens, holding position the best she can.
Slowly, slowly, slowly, it builds and builds and builds. Perfect brush, indirect contact, nerve endings ignited, it wraps her up and lets her go.
“Oh, I’m coming,” she whispers, maybe too quietly to hear.
He doesn’t need to hear her, he can feel her. Gripping and releasing, moaning and clutching, grabbing at his cock and holding tight.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his carefully curated strokes devolving into haphazard pumps as he empties inside of her.
He keeps going, because she’s not done. She’s still in the thick of it, her hips undulating and her mouth open, whimpering beautifully.
--
“Oh, yeah,” he whispers, touching her head gently.
His cock is pressed against the back of her throat, the tension of her oropharynx holding him back from where he really has no business being. She pulls in a deep breath through her nose and lets it out slowly, sinking down. He feels a change in sensation, in tightness, and then a vibrating hum as she activates her vocal chords, one hand wrapped snugly around his balls.
“Jesus, Scully, you’re gonna kill me,” he muses, and she begins to slide him out, his head bumping up against the forbidden anatomy of her throat along the way.
“I can’t kill you yet, I’m not done with you,” she teases, wrapping her lips around the tip and gripping the shaft in her fist, stroking him firmly while her tongue swirls furious circles around his urethra. She presses the hardened tip of her tongue against the little slit and brushes it back and forth, making him shiver.
Without warning, she takes him back into her throat, bouncing up and down lightly while she wraps her fingers around the base of his sack and tugs. White light flashes behind his eyelids, and torrent of pleasure shooting through his pelvis, and he has to practically shove her off him to keep himself from coming.
“That’s enough of that, young lady,” he says sternly, and she giggles. “On your hands and knees.”
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“Oh my god, right there, exactly like that,” she says softly, her fingernails scratching lightly at his scalp.
One finger inside strokes determinedly at her front wall, his tongue fluttering like a hummingbird over her clit. She’s come close two, three times, but each one was thwarted by a cramp in her hamstring or his need to stretch his jaw. She’s certainly not complaining about the prolonged effort.
He groans, dropping his head to the side.
“Sorry,” he says contritely. “Neck cramp.”
She suppresses a frustrated sigh, reaching for the glass of water she had the forethought to leave on the nightstand. Mulder stands and rotates his neck dramatically, then pounces back on the bed as she’s setting the glass back down.
“Mmm!” she protests around a mouthful of water.
Just as she’s swallowing it and preparing to admonish him for nearly making her spill, his lips wrap around her clit and he sucks hard. She immediately forgets about the water.
--
“You like that?” he asks, his middle finger trailing gently through the pool of slickness between her thighs.
She sighs with satisfaction, lying prone and spread-eagle. Mulder is curled around her, one arm propping him up and the other routed between her legs, lazily stroking and exploring. He dips just inside her opening, running his finger up and over her swollen lips and looping around her clit. Close, but never touching. Not yet.
She flexes her pelvis, nudging him further up, but he laughs softly through his nose and moves his hand back down. The more she tries to direct him, the longer he’ll take to do what she wants. She knows this, but she can’t resist.
He begins a circular motion, starting down near her asshole and moving slowly up. She works to stay still, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth and rooting her heels to the bed. She wants to beg him, wants to bring her own hand down and touch herself, but she knows her patience will pay off.
As he nears the top, he brings his mouth to her ear and flicks his tongue along the edge of the stiff cartilage.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, continuing slick circles up and over her clit.
She gasps, grips the sheets, holds steady. It’s always worth it.
--
“You staying over?” she asks, keeping her tone neutral. She doesn’t want him to think she’s hoping the answer is no, but this whole thing is still new enough that she’s not entirely comfortable letting on that she’s hoping it’s yes.
“You want me to?” he asks by way of answering, and she turns to look at him, seated beside her on the couch.
“Maybe,” she says, a shy smirk pulling at her mouth. “It is a school night, though. We should probably get to bed soon.”
“If I stay over I don’t think you’re going to get much sleep,” he says with such genuine regret that she’s taken aback.
“Why?” she asks naively, expecting to hear about a new spate of nightmares or the sudden emergence of persistent and disruptive snoring.
He gives her a goofy, lopsided smile, delighted at having successfully pulled her leg but unsure how to move forward from what he was sure was an obvious innuendo. It takes him long enough to respond that the joke finally comes to her, and her cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink.
“Oh,” she says, rolling her eyes with embarrassment. “Better make the lattes doubles then, I guess.”
His grin stretches impossibly wider, and he can’t resist pulling her to him right then, peppering her face with kisses.
Tagging @today-in-fic
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March 4/23
I preface this post by saying I am not an alarmist. I do not exaggerate or fabricate. When I write about psychiatric concerns, I write as though it is a legal document and I will support and stand behind it.
I believe the following needs to be said and, most importantly, acknowledged by those concerned. It is essential, indeed crucial, to this man's welfare, life and even death, that those who have the power must intercede on his behalf immediately. I mention no names because this information is highly personal and extremely distasteful. Those to whom it is addressed will know the individual.
I have worked as a Psychiatric Nurse since 1980. In 1991 I was employed as a Nurse Counsellor with a private caseload. I had a degree in Psychology but wanted to learn about therapeutic theory and techniques. I studied through more university courses, professional reading, conferences and courses with specialists in my area of interests - PTSD, Sexual Trauma and MPD (Dissociative Identity Disorder). The majority of my caseload at any one time involved adult survivors of childhood sexual abuse, Cult survivors, and those diagnosed with DID. After over 20 years experience with these clients I believe I am competent in these areas.
I have been privy to this man's psychiatric and familial history as well as his clinical progress over the past 4 years. I have had the pleasure of working with someone who has the insight and maturity to understand this man far better than I ever could. I offer information relevant to his psychiatric condition and hope I have contributed useful insight.
As of this writing, I must express my professional apprehension about this man and his present circumstances.
I have come to understand that whenever a new project is begun for the use of his acting abilities, part of the "deal", offered by his ex-partner and possibly others, is access to the man for sexual performance, escort service, torture. Because of his extreme acting abilities and popularity, the ex-partner can charge thousands for his "services". What is of paramount importance, is that this man is UNABLE to refuse. He has been trained, abused, tortured to teach him to comply. He was then programmed as a sexual escort and taught to never refuse, complain or argue with the buyer. It is made explicitly clear that he is disposible and can be killed if the buyer sees fit. He is replaceable, not as an artist but as a sexual object.
As a therapist, with experience with this kind of trauma, I feel it is absolutely essential to rescue him. He is getting older. As an individual who has already had to endure reconstructive surgery, and knowing what these people do to him, he is at risk of tears, abdominal perforation of the bowel, fissures and cardiac arrest. The consequent blood loss internally could kill him in a few minutes. He is at risk of choking, bruising and fracture of the oropharynx as well as torn tissue.
Psychologically, thank god, he has defenses created in childhood, however he is at high risk of shock leading to catatonia, a psychotic reaction to trauma that the mind cannot tolerate. Eventually he will recall what he is forced to do and the shame will overwhelm him in spite of the fact that he didn't want to comply.
My greatest concern is that he will lose hope that anyone will save him. He will realize he is helpless and the only option is to die. His supports are long distance and TPTB have not allowed him physical access. He will commit suicide and I wouldn't blame him. He is remarkable in that he has lasted this long. I fear that his death may be made to look like suicide if they kill him. Certainly a common occurrence in these times.
I hope you will acknowledge and take action. I rarely feel this strongly about a "client" (he's not but I am involved), but I rarely am in a position to feel this helpless.
I have an abundance of images in my mind of what they are doing to this man, as well as his ex-partner who has some extremely perverted sexual needs. I could not tolerate these images without voicing my exigent concerns. Please do not allow this to continue.
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Oropharynx co is closed forever because an employee threw up
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A rundown of my COVID-19 experience (so far).
TW: illness , menstruation
May 28 - Day 0 - Developed post nasal drip as I was going to bed.
Spent a lot of the night snorting/swallowing snot, clearing my throat and coughing.
I knew my period was due, so I attributed my inability to sleep to hormones aggravated by my drippy nose.
May 29 - Day 1 - Woke up to find I’d gotten my period. Attributed the headache to that since I always get a headache when I’m starting, and took Tylenol and Ibuprofen to avoid cramps as much as possible. If I had a fever at any time it was totally masked by this, but I never felt the pulsing feeling I get in my head with a fever.
Had a sore throat, but only in the oropharynx area behind my uvula. Swallowing wasn’t painful. I figured I’d irritated my throat by coughing, snorting and clearing it all night.
Voice was slightly hoarse, but it also is when I begin my period. I sang with my choir (unaware I was sick) with no problem with lung capacity or vocal production.
I took ibuprofen every 4 hours and Tylenol every 6 hours.
Took a full Benadryl tablet at night to make myself sleepy and dry up my nose, and proceeded to sleep well due to hormones and not sleeping well the night before.
May 30 - Day 2 - Heavy day of period, flow and cramps were the usual for me. Still had that weird sore throat, which I found annoying.
Resumed my regimen of ibuprofen every 4 hours and Tylenol every 6 hours to control cramps. This is always the worst, most miserable day of my period.
Any fever I may have had would be masked by this, but I never had that pounding sensation.
I took half a Benadryl tablet to stop the post nasal drip because it was aggravating, but I didn’t want to be totally snowed out, and all the symptoms disappeared, even the sore throat.
For a few moments I wondered if I had COVID, but thought my symptoms wouldn’t disappear if I took an antihistamine because Benadryl never relieved cold symptoms for me.
I attributed my discomfort to allergies and my period.
At bedtime I took a full Benadryl tablet and slept fairly well.
May 31 - Day 3 - Woke up with a much less sore throat, but had developed a dry barking cough and a raw, tight feeling in my trachea/chest area, as if I inhaled smoke or an irritating chemical like ammonia or bleach.
Only needed Tylenol every 6 hours to relieve residual cramps.
Felt marginally better compared to days 1 and 2 of my period, but the frequent cough and chest tightness were aggravating and Benadryl didn’t relieve those symptoms anymore.
I felt very aware of my lungs because of the tight sensation, but I had no trouble inhaling, exhaling or vocalizing.
I took a shower and spent some time with the water on as hot as possible to steam up the bathroom and the chest rawness went away while I was breathing in the steam, but came back as soon as the steam dissipated.
My snot and cough never developed the strange smell/taste I usually get when I’m sick with something, so I had no reason to suspect I was sick.
June 1 - Day 4 - Woke up with less chest tightness and a heavy feeling in my sinuses (above, below and behind my eyes). My nose was also itchy, the way it is with hay fever. I’m more upset by my sneezing than my coughing!
Still had a cough, though it only seemed to happen if postnasal drip irritated my throat or I got directly in the path of dry moving air from a fan or air conditioning unit. Spontaneous coughing outbursts still happened, but not as frequently as the day before.
Got an email from my choir director that he tested positive on May 31. People who had been present at choir practice on Thursday weren’t present on Sunday and had also reported testing positive. This is where I suspect I caught it, even though I wore a mask diligently and tried not to sit too close to anybody. Someone who tested positive was sitting three feet to my left for the whole 1hr30min rehearsal session, and someone else who doesn’t know either way was behind me.
John and I had spoken across the piano on Sunday, so I worried I was either already sick or had been exposed.
I considered the possibility of having COVID, so masked up with several cloth masks as tight as I could fit them over my face. I’m one of two caregivers for my dad, a total care disabled man with very advanced Parkinson’s disease, so I can’t totally distance because he needs hands on care.
I bothered my mom to get us tests, tested myself and came up positive.
I will continue to put a mask on to leave my room, but I feel like I’m a bit late since I had no inkling I could be sick till after my most contagious days were spent in contact with everyone in my household.
Both parents have not felt any symptoms and will test themselves on Saturday.
(And that’s where I am so far.)
#actuallyautistic#covid-19#covid variants#I’m pretty sure it’s omicron#or one of its weak babies#I am fully vaccinated and boosted#tw illness#I still am taking this seriously because people are still dying out there and it’s not normal.
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