Idk If Anyone Cares, But I Collect PEZ And LOOOOK

How the hell am I supposed to explain to people that when I imagine my dog form it's just some of the dogs from fucking Chernobyl TwT

I get this. Before I awakened and before I met my pack, I didn't realize the full extent of how touch starved I was. Now, touch is so normalized for me. I'm constantly hanging off someone's arm, leaning on their shoulders, just gently touching in some way. I love dog piling with all my friends in my living room. I love how easy it is to hug them and ruffle their hair. Aaaaaaa I love my pack. I hope you find some people you can do this with too. Promise they're out there.

Anyone else wish huddling/cuddling was more normalized with folk outside your partner? With it getting cold outside, I wish nothing more than to be close and huddle with all my loved ones. And not in a romantic sense, but more in a sense where a pack of animals keep close with one another to conserve body heat and make it through the winter.

It’s hard to bring this up to humans. Of course you can get hugs from family and snuggles with a significant other, but anyone outside of that will take it the wrong way. But I’m an animal! I yearn to be touched! I want to cuddle close to my companions and keep them warm! I want to feel connected!

She deserved so much better 😔

I'd follow you anywhere.

okay so i finished checking if we were friends in every universe and, uh, it turns out we're only friends in 6 of them. but look, i need you to understand these universes vary like crazy, okay? like 6 is actually insanely high, like way higher than most. and one of those is the universe where i accidentally killed the actor who played Dipsy from Teletubbies when i was 7 and my life went completely differently as a result. and we still ended up friends! also you were a girl in that universe for some reason. what? oh, uh, yeah, you were cute as hell. like really cute. did you just fucking giggle

My favorite 2 flavors of Glass Animals songs have to be Dave Bayley singing like an unsatisfied housewife or a desperate lover who might be hooked on something.

If I just keep acting delusional and telling myself that shits going great then I've convinced myself it's going to get better. I'm kinda just yapping at the wind here. Freeballing to an insane degree.

I think one of my favorite feelings is whenever the season starts to change and I can slowly feel myself being pulled more and more towards my coyote and raccoon theriotype with all of the sun and berries and greenery growing. I know I'll still feel my wolf and that it will return a lot stronger once the earth grows cold again, but for the time being there are snacks to eat and dirt to paw at and sunny patches of grass and clover to be slept in.

This this and only ever this

“You don’t like winter! You like Christmas!” Look at me. Look me in the tumblr. I love temperatures so cold that they reach into your spine and play your muscles like ukulele strings. I love snow drifts you have to wade through, snow slinking into your boots and turning your feet into wet, senseless lumps. I love taking a first breath in the morning and feeling every hair in my nose glitter with frost. I love slush and snow and short days and gloriously long nights. I love the awful muffling of the world under the blanket of snow. I love the quiet death of winter.

You think I’m in this for Christmas? I’m in this for the cold, for the dark, for tap dancing on the edge of survival. Winter wants to kill me so bad and I love it like a falling man loves the ground, like a Molotov cocktail loves a flame: wholly, consumptively, with everything I have to give. When the stars go out and all we have is that lush, endless winter, I will go out waltzing in winter’s arms.

And if you don’t like winter, fine, I respect that, but don’t put your words in my mouth. “You don’t like winter you just like Christmas,” the gall. The unmitigated gall.

Dnd character doodles of my ghost reborn Casper P. Geist. He's a stupid rogue that acts like a bard, and he sounds like a bad impersonation of Mickey Mouse because his vocal chords got stomped. Also has a glowyribcage he writes off as a glow in the dark hoodie. Goober

1. Ref drawing of his outfit for our current arc

2. Running from his past in a bad memory

3 and 4. His Witchlight carnival outfit from a past arc.

5. Stupid little doodle of him and his other party member Louie (hexblood ranger)

Real as fuck

Yearning to sit at the edge of a forest and stare at people in the distance with my big glowing eyes.