The Midnight Society: JK Rowling: sso i was talking to a real life friend who exisstss (he'ss jusst sstanding right outsside of frame) and i assked him do you know what the bepenissed lessbians are doing to the ssoil Rowling: for ssome reasson he sseemed really uncomfortable

JK Rowling: sso i was talking to a real life friend who exisstss (he'ss jusst sstanding right outsside of frame) and i assked him do you know what the bepenissed lessbians are doing to the ssoil Rowling: for ssome reasson he sseemed really uncomfortable

Rowling: sso of coursse i demanded to know what all hiss sstraight male friendss were into, ssexually Rowling: but apparently thiss iss not a thing that sstraight men disscusss with each other Rowling: which provess transs people are bad Rowling: ssimple logic, really

King: i uh King: i'm not sure i follow you joanne Rowling: sssteve what hunnish practicess do your friends demand from women in the bedroom? King: i'm sorry? Rowling: ansswer the quesstion sssteve

Rowling: whatsss the matter ssteve? you act like you don't want to have this converssation King: well, honestly, it's making me a little uncomfortable joanne Rowling: what are you into ssteve King: i'm sorry? Rowling: it's a ssimple quesstion ssteve

Rowling: what are you into ssteve? Rowling: feet? hair? Rowling: anal? oral? fissting? Rowling: assss to mouth? Rowling: double penetration? Rowling: wet and messsy? Rowling: waterssportss? glasss plating? cleveland ssteamerssssss?

Rowling: sssounding? raw dogging? bug chasssing? Rowling: the donkey punch? Rowling: the ssspanish conundrum? Rowling: sspackling? hackling? rumpleteasssing? Rowling: facial sstarfish? juggler'sss desspair? Rowling: cake fartss?

Rowling: why don't you want to talk about thisss sssteve Rowling: if you've got nothing to hide, you've got nothing to fear Rowling: if you're ssome ssort of pervert, you shouldn't even be here King: i uh Rowling: wow, sstill embarrassssed? you must be into some REAL ssick shit

The Spanish Conundrum?

Needs more brimping!

Mary Shelley: cake farts? Shelley: CAKE FARTS??? Barker: shhhhh Barker: (busy writing this all down) Barker: this is good stuff for my next book!

Nobody expects the Spanish Conundrum!

tag yourselves

i made the mistake of looking up 'cleveland steamer'.

as my pa always said, "don't ask questions you don't want answered"

If the top Google search result points to Urban Dictionary, you should think hard about how much you really want the answer before clicking.

It's one of that ever-growing genre of intentionally shocking, ridiculous, nearly-fictional sexual acts (because you know someone out there has tried it, after the fact, out of curiosity) that seem to lack a name. One of the oldest, I believe.

Parsletongue Cleveland sssteamerssss absolutely murdered me.

Poe: oh no Poe: (tries to cover Koontz's ears)

"Hunnish practices" is from SANDMAN #25, if I recall. Introduced those boys who currently have that Netflix show.

real heads know!

Real heads know that that show BADLY misrepresents what an Edwardian-era English public school taught about gay sex. Show: "Gay sex is never spoken of!" 1916 British school: "Gay sex is mandatory, consent is what's banned."

A friend of ours went to English public school (decades before we knew him) and we were always pretending not to believe him when he said he didn’t have sex there.

Barker: what the Barker: now she's dragging the Germans into this? Poe: Clive Poe: don't make Howard any more nervous than he alr-- Lovecraft: actually I'm okay right now Poe: Barker: Lovecraft: what

I knew this was coming bevause the original post by her already sounds like a TMS bit.

Poor Stuart

they're building landing strips for gay Martians! I swear to God!

I had wondered where that tangent in JK's last q&a about her neighbor child looking for a burrowing owl was going, but I guess now we know.

A burrow owl lives in a hole in the ground... because it's hiding from JK, who is demanding a look at its cloaca.

Burrow owl trying to sleep in a tree and JK starts screaming at it about invading tree-owl spaces.

JK's not like the other writers, here, in the trailer park

i think about that song waaay to often these days

Rowling: hessss from Canada Poe: King: Koontz: Lovecraft: (sweats a little) Barker: Jeff Lemire: I hope it's not me

You don’t even need any more than this. Really.

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