Why do you live in LA and never visit NorCal?

Because I work all the time and rarely travel by myself. I’ve only been to San Diego once (this weekend, after years of living here), and I’ve never seen San Francisco on my own. I wouldn’t know what to do there or where to stay. Also, I’d probably get raped.

What would you like to do to me sexually? ;)

First I’d put a collar on you so that you are completely aware of who you belong to.

Then I’d make you undress me down to my briefs.

After that you’d rub your face and beard all over my growing bulge.

Then I’d pull my cock out, grab you by the back of the head and fuck your face mercilessly until I shoot my load down the back of your throat.

It’s Tuesday and you should ask me something.

Topics may include:
Things I’d like to do to you sexually
My kinda crappy trip to San Diego
Food or alcohol
Reasons Rutledge Wood needs to bounce on my weiner
Greatest guitarists of all time
Which DC/Marvel/B.P.R.D. character(s) would win in a fight
Why I do not have time for boogee gays who say that pride parades need to “tone it down” and “stop giving us a bad name”
Any other topic you like.

It’s Tuesday and you should ask me something.

commandersass:

Marceline,

Is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world?

That must be so confusing for a little girl.

And I know you’re going to need me here with you.

But I’m losing myself,

And I’m afraid you’re going to lose me too.

This magic keeps me alive,

But it’s making me crazy.

And I need to save you,

But who’s going to save me?

Please forgive me for whatever I do

When I don’t remember you.

Marceline,

I can feel myself slipping away.

I can’t remember what it made me say,

But I remember that I saw you frown.

I swear it wasn’t me,

It was the crown.

This magic keeps me alive,

But it’s making me crazy.

And I need to save you,

But who’s going to save me?

Please forgive me for whatever I do,

When I don’t remember you.

Please forgive me for whatever I do,

When I don’t remember you.

Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da

sometimes I ¤do¤ feel like a plastic bag.

sitting in supermarket parking lots and capable of suffocating small children.

Open Source Sexuality

I really really want to go back to Universal halloween horror nights

Your baby needs someone to believe in

And a whole lot of space to breathe in

So hold on loosely

But don’t let go

Also, put your mouth on it.

… go on…

You are forced to choose between the loss of a limb and the loss of a sense, which do you choose? Why?

I’d give up my sense of taste. I could go without knowing if the stuff I put in my mouth is salty or sour or sweet or bitter. I need my limbs, they’re kind of important and I like all my other senses too much.