"YoU cAnT aCt LiKe ThAt If YoU wAnT pEoPlE tO sEe YoU As PrOFeSsIoNaL-"
I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DO WHAT I WANT! ILL BE A DOG AND ILL WRITE A DAMN BOOK AND ILL TICK AND ILL BE A FUCKIN WEIRDO SHUT UPPPPPPPPPP
New mask! Raccoon >:]
It's meee! It looks a little patchy in some of the darker parts, so I may fix that and add fur as well, but I think it turned out pretty cool. The eyes are also a little off putting so I might change em >:
Hey, I get most of my wolf shifts in the winter. I also have a playlist I only listen to in the winter that helps me feel more wolfish. Here ya go.
You know, after realizing I'm a wolf, the deep yearning every winter to be running through snowy wilderness with only my paws to limit how far I go suddenly makes a lot more sense.
Hi My name's Minnow or Mini, my pronouns are it/it's or he/him
wanna be doggy buddies
Heck yeah hello :D
Does anyone want to read a short story about a trans kid at the age where you don't have a word for what you are yet, or really a full idea of what you are, but you know what you want to be so you cling to it and the people around you that represent it?
Because I wrote something like that! It's called Cowboys (or Good Men, but we won't get into that whole story), and it's about a kid named Kit who wants nothing more than to be a cowboy like 'her' uncle Pau! It's a small slice of life/coming of age story that showcases the unconditional love of a family's two misfits, alongside subtly highlighting a less talked about stage of growing up transgender in the south.
If anyone is interested in reading it, please let me know, and I'll reblog it through this post π
Images that make me think of home.
Chalica falling on finals week is a sick joke. How am I to spread all my good will when I have to pull 2 all nighters in a row to get everything submitted in time π
I will simply celebrate this week.
I just wanna carry my frog and raccoon plushies in my pockets :(
I need carrying around a stuffed animal friend to be normalized
"I got that dog in me" I say as a tiny dog presses buttons in my brain by violently wagging it's tail.
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