Sometimes I Look At My Partner And Remember She's Actually This Ancient Ethereal Being Made Up Of Stars

MEEEEE

where is the nervous dog representation. who up excessively yawning and licking their lips

Home :(

view from Acadia - roaming around the Commonwealth Far Harbor 41/?

I don't enjoy ticking, but I especially don't enjoy how my tics seem to especially get bad when someone is leaning on me. Like, oh, your friend is using your arm as a pillow? You are now suddenly very aware of that arm and need to move it around. Then I feel bad and feel like I have to apologize for jostling them when I know I can't help it, and they also know and hghhh. It's the worst.

I explored a bunch of areas in me and my little sisters childhood minecraft world and decided to take pictures. We used all of our animals to tell stories hehe.

Baby chickens and foxes from the nether??? It was all very silly.

Never forget the people who worked to give us the place we have today. Don't stop working towards it. They're still trying to take everything from us. Still. They're trying to kill us. They're trying to brand us as something illegal or dangerous. Never shut up about trans rights, about bipoc rights, never shut up about giving rights to the people who have clawed their way to be here, and who demanded their seat at the table because no one would give it to them.

They're going to keep trying to take our power away from us, to have us forget who we are and our roots. We shouldn't let them. Keep believing in change and love and acceptance for our community and keep fucking working for it. If we don't, we're failing everyone who came before us.

I want a family. I want a family with my wife, and I want kids and a house we can call our own, and I'm ready to fight tooth and nail for that.

Knowing that trans women of color started the movement in the united states and were literally immediately erased and excluded from what they started is the most deeply jading knowledge.

It is the original sin of the so-called queer community and it damns it from the cradle.

Happy pride month!

Especially a big happy pride month to anyone who is in the closet, recently came out, just realized that theyre lgbtq+, lgbtq+ kids, older lgbtq+ folks, any trans person in the entire world, and trans people who don't want to/can't afford to medically transition.

I love you all very much, and I hope you're all doing well and taking some time to love yourself for who you are.

Playing so much fallout 4. Absolutely losing my mind. Is here the place I can yap about my goofy ass vault dweller dude or do we all just shut up and die about that stuff? Because I'd love to tell you all about Nicholas Marino the drag queen mad man in love with the other Nick and how my friends jokingly call them Nick squared. I'd love to tell you about The Mariner and how they're literally siblings. I'd love to tell you how he found a home in Far Harbor and it almost killed me leaving it. ID LOVE TO TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH HE HATES MIRELURKS AND MISSES HIS DEAD WIFE!!!!

but idk if yall would be into that. Anyways.

A fellow crowhearted!!!!

I'd love to know about your hearthomes!! :3 /nf

Aaa! Hello!

I'm usually pretty bad about writing about them, but I can try XD

The first one has to do with my dog theriotype. It's very post-apocalyptic. There aren't many humans left. It's lush and green, and most cities are flooded. The water usually isn't safe, though, and generally prompts a feeling of great unease. It's usually very hot and sunny. When it does rain, it's something worth celebrating. The TVs always play static, and strange creatures make their way out of the water regularly. There's something wrong with me here, too. It's where the whole radioactive dog part comes in. I've got this weird green tint, and I'm always parched. I look almost humanoid. Like a dog slowly morphing into a person. Usually, I'm walking through cities, either making dens or searching for something. There's also usually music everywhere, I constantly found different CDs or cassette mixtapes I'd listen to. For all its dangers, this world is also very beautiful. I usually see this world in memories or very familiar feelings

Fallout 4, particularly Far Harbor, is another one! I'm not sure what it is about the stinking island that gets me feeling such a deep longing, but it does. I have personal beef with any beast that makes it's way out of the fog, but still, home is home. It physically pained me to finish the dlc, I miss running around my home :/

Then there's Minecraft!

Specifically, it's the version that I and some friends have created over the span of 4 years now. It's got a really cool God system starting with the Multiverse who made the Goddess of life Melifera, as well as her counterpart, the God of death, Trigona. Then, it trickles down to things like the young Gods (such as Twine, God of architecture, and trade). And then there's even demigods, which are usually just celestial objects (the moon, the sun, a meteorite). There's also the deep history of all the inhabitants that make up the world. The sugargliders slowly dying out, the Nether hierarchy (and how it was destroyed), the skeleton hordes, the sniffers, etc.

While we made the server(s) as a place to just make a story, the entire world is based around a feeling of home and security. The overall realm is called Para Sanar, and there are two separate worlds that tell its history in different parts of time. There's also a bunch of other worlds we've made that also connect to it, though, in their own unique web.

Anyways, it's just become a very big second home to me in how much of a role it's played in my life. Anytime I play a new world, I find myself connecting it to Para Sanar, whether intentionally or not.

Alright, I'm done yapping. Hopefully, any of this made sense 😭

Evil tics want me dead (I've been doing the same annoying tic all week)

Me and my lover and our missing parts.

nothing hits like the therian + otherkin friendship. like, you’re different but you GET me.

you’re missing your wings and i’m missing my paws but at least we’re missing them together.