Hanging out with my girlfriend annnnnd my pack for therianthropy day? Don't mind if I do >:3
(I'm going to make them go howl at the moon with me)
I've been lowkey kinsidering the chestnut wolf >:
They just like me fr
I love the Minecraft wolves so much. They are so cute...
Which one is your favorite?
Mine is the woods wolf because he looks like me :)
The horrors are too soul destroying and harrowing to shit post about. I need to etch them into the sides of his urn, I need his ghost hanging over my shoulder, tellin' me, "Go get em son."
I need him to howl at the moon with me or some shit.
The fact I can't eat hot food the second it comes out of the oven/microwave is ridiculous >:
Food tastes best fresh. Let me eat. I DONT CARE IF ITS TOO HOT LEMME EAT IT
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 had a bad biting problem when I was younger. That and clawing at people. It wasn't that I didn't know it hurt. I assumed as much. I felt bad after I did it. But people were always touching me.
I hated it. I've always been pretty soft-spoken around people unless I know them well. Teachers have always joked that they can't hear me. Sometimes, I talk very little during the day, and my voice sounds clogged and scratchy by the end of it from not being used. I've always been short. When I was younger, I was kinda scrawny. My claws and teeth often felt like my only defense when people would come near me.
I was always so jumpy, and I had my reasons, but it often led to me panicking and hurting people when I really didn't mean to. They just happened to move a little too quickly when they were a little too close to me. I felt bad about it afterward. I'd feel the urge to whine and lick at my friends' wounds in apology. I couldn't do that, of course, and no injury was too severe, but it still hurt.
I eventually got used to not using my claws and keeping them tucked, especially after I got out of the hostile environment I was in as a kid. However, the urge never really went away. I still panic sometimes when my friends get close to me or move past me too quickly. I do my best not to make any move that could hurt them. They understand a lot of the time, or I hope that they do. They're always quick to tell me it's okay. I still feel bad sometimes, though, when we're play fighting, and suddenly I start snapping my teeth. It doesn't feel very fair to them.
I think I'm better than I used to be. Now I at least keep my claws cut, and when we play, I try to keep my bites from catching any skin, and if they do, I try my best to keep them soft. I try to warn them in the ways I can when I'm not feeling safe, though at times it's difficult as I tend to go very quiet when I'm very upset and can only communicate through body language. I really hope they know that I never intentionally swipe at them in a way that isn't playful or that when I bear my teeth, I'm only trying to ask them to back away.
I love you, Minecraft. You have never failed me in my moments of need. Desperate for an escape but not wanting to be self-destructive? Minecraft. Haven't seen my friends in a while, but we can't hang out in person? Minecraft. Just need to clear my head for a while but still want to feel productive? Minecraft.
It's always there. The universe loves you because you are love. I love it right back.
A character I wrote in my short story Cowboys, Pau, is specifically only listening to bluegrass whenever music plays around him. Pau helps his community by doing odd jobs around town and cares deeply for those around him. Pau went to jail for punching a cop because he was out of line.
He's a badass cowboy of a man.
I wanna age like an old cowboy. Give me a southern squint with very exaggerated crows feet and a furrowed brow. Make me rough and tumbled. I won't smoke, but give me a scratchy voice. I want my grandkids to look at me and see coyote, wolf, dog, raccoon. I want them to see weathered and wild.
Memememememe
Getting out of my nice, cozy bed to go to an 8 AM biology lecture was so difficult today.
What do you mean I need to be at school? I'm supposed to be curled up in a dog bed waiting for someone to wake up and give me breakfast...
I love them so muchhhh. My friends always get onto me for how many wolves I have in our worlds π
Canine culture is feeling connected to Minecraft dogs/wolves even if you arenβt a wolfkin just because they are just the purest form of dog, companions and protectors