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"I got that dog in me" I say as a tiny dog presses buttons in my brain by violently wagging it's tail.

Hi My name's Minnow or Mini, my pronouns are it/it's or he/him

wanna be doggy buddies

Heck yeah hello :D

I always found shifting in school to be the worst. I always felt too awkward and wrong and out of place. I couldn't focus on my math when all I wanted to do was run. I couldn't sit through my biology class without practically chewing through my pencil. I was always a nervous kid, and then on top of that I had to walk around and pretend like I couldn't feel my claws and fangs.

It got even worse as it got colder. I felt so vulnerable tucked into a classroom, like I never had enough to shield me away from the world. I'd never go to school without a jacket, and it still only helped so much. Sometimes, I'd wear fingerless gloves or bring little trinkets I could roll around in my hand. They helped.

Being an adult can suck, but I was a teenage werewolf (shapeshifter, but for the sake of the pun), and that shits rough.

I wear this collar because it's STYLISH! AND MY GIRLFRIEND GAVE IT TO ME >:[

It makes me feel NICE and I LOVE HER

Dear wild canine alterhumans, you’re allowed to use and enjoy domesticated canine esc gear. Collars and chew toys and dog beds. You’re still wild.

Real as fuck. I am the dogman.

queer in the way cryptids from small town folklore are queer. send post.

Hey! Heeeeyyy! The 2000s called >:D

I answered. It felt nice to hear the memories of my childhood echoing through the receiver. I heard the ocean, back when the 30 minutes it took to drive to the beach felt like an eternity. You were there too, mumbling something over the waves and the cars engine.

This dog is not made for the heat.

It's 95°F (35°C) and it feels like 102°F (38.9°C)

Endless dry heat! Has me panting and shit, horrible.

Imagine a dog trying to go to school, and all it can do as it runs around campus is try not to melt into a little puddle.

I'm so normal about Chalk Tablet Towers by Gorillaz. I'm so completely normal about how if you switch the perspective, you can turn it into a story about the original narrator's loved one trying to reassure them in rehab to not give in to self destructive tendencies.

Or if you want it to be even more depressing, the loved one reminiscing on what they should have said to prevent the narrator from dying.

I love the original lyrics and how well the isolation of the song is written. At the same time, I think there's something so painfully beautiful about the idea of the narrator feeling shame and like they have to isolate themself for being in rehab. Then, the loved ones' perspective works as a response to this.

No, the narrator doesn't actually want to hurt themself. They want to come home. If they leave, they aren't just hurting themself. No, the narrator does not need to worry about everyone abandoning them. The loved one still cares for them regardless of their mental state, and they say this in a way where the loved one feels it should be obvious how much they care.

So many times in media and writing, characters struggling are often depicted as all alone and only able to help themselves. While it is true that it is ultimately up to the person struggling to make the choice to save themself, I think the reminder that there are still people there to support them is important. It gives some hope.

I love call and response songs (To Binge and Souk Eye or the English and Spanish versions of Latin Simone for example), and I love the idea that even if two characters aren't communicating face to face, they're still trying to speak to one another, which is what I feel when switching the perspective on Chalk Tablet Towers.

I'll attach the og lyrics with my own response lyrics below here. There really isn't much change, but I feel like the differences in how the narrators feel is important.

My own:

Chalk tablet towers like drawing shadows

Chemical distraction, you are not with me

You departed in the spring to a distant star

But you could not get back, you had gone too far (oh-oh-oh-oh)

You wanna get drunk?

You wanna get stoned?

You wanna give up?

You wanna come ho-o-o-ome.

Watching rockets take off

From the parting sea

How will I ever touch you

If you are not with me? (oh-oh-oh-oh, out here)

There's only silence (out there)

No form of contact (out here)

You am dreaming

Looking into the darkness (oh-oh-oh-oh)

Home (Home)

Home (Home)

Home (Homе)

Home (Home)

Home (Homе)

Home (Home)

Home (Home)

Home (Home)

You say you won't be back 'til the end of summer

Y'know I'll still be here.

I won't give up on you, darling

You know that I care

I don't need no trophies

No cell with a view

There's nothing I wouldn't give

One minute with you, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

You, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

You, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Original:

Chalk tablet towers like drawing shadows

Chemical distraction, you are not with me

I departed in the spring to a distant star

But I could not get back, I had gone too far (oh-oh-oh-oh)

I wanna get drunk

I wanna get stoned

I wanna give up

I wanna go ho-o-o-ome

Watching rockets take off

From the parting sea

How will I ever touch you

If you are not with me? (oh-oh-oh-oh, out here)

There's only silence (out here)

No form of contact (out here)

I am dreaming

Looking into the darkness (oh-oh-oh-oh)

Home (Home)

Home (Home)

Home (Homе)

Home (Home)

Home (Homе)

Home (Home)

Home (Home)

Home (Home)

I won't be back 'til the end of summer

Will you still be there?

I won't give up on you, darling

Just tell me that you care

I don't need no trophies

No cell with a view

There's nothing I wouldn't give

One minute with you, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

You, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

You, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh.

Alright, thanks for coming to my not so eloquently written Ted talk.

!ALERT! ALERT!

HIGHLY RADIOACTIVE CANINE SPECIMEN (me) HAS BREACHED CONTAINMENT TO NEARBY WOODLANDS (has gone camping)

BE ON HIGH ALERT FOR THE CREATURE (pls bring me and my gf more mallows for smores :3)

One thing I can never forgive someone for is hating on nervous wreck Travis Miles. Oh, you think he's annoying? You don't like how he rambles and screams every other song? TOO BAD! That's my boy. And he's so right for screaming. I, too, am screaming at everything going on around me in fallout 4. Shits crazy.

I love you, nervous Travis, you and your little radio trailer.