I Love My Creative Writing Workshop! Sometimes, Though, It's Hard To Tell Whether I'm Nervous About Getting

i saw in ur therianthropy day that you have a pack!! could i ask how you went about finding them?

They're just my irl friends :]

I got really lucky with my girlfriend also being an alterhuman. I grew up in a small town where every alternative kid just clung to one another. My group doesn't really call itself a pack, but I see them as my pack. We're like a family. We talk to each other all the time. They don't mind when I act dogish and even join me at times (hence the howling at the moon comment). It also helps that we have a weekly hangout where I can crowd them into my home and just watch over them while they relax. It itches my dog brain just right.

I think community is everything. So if you're looking for a pack, or at least something you consider a pack and you dont want to look online, focus on that. Only one other person in mine is an alterhuman. The rest are humans. Focus on finding people you can be your most authentic self around and encourage them to be themselves. It doesn't have to be a big group. Some packs are just made out of a wolf and their mate. It can just be you and someone you care about.

The most important part of having a pack to me is respect and support. It does wonders for my mental health and gives me so much species euphoria to have such a good support system.

So if you can find some folks in your area who you can trust, and who even if you don't say it explicitly still accept your identity with all of its traits, I think you've got yourself a pack :]

Anyways! A pack is different for everyone, so if you are looking for a pack made up of alterhumans, this post may not have helped, lol. But I hope maybe it gave you something.

My house. My fucking home GOD

Fallout 4 Scenery | Far Harbor

I enjoyed this month. I lived by the rule of: my camera roll is just a bunch of work schedules and spreadsheets. How do I fix this?

Then I planned a bunch of fun shit to go do with friends. Now, my camera roll is full of smiling faces, pumpkins, and art.

Look at your camera roll and see what you can do or plan to make it more colorful and joyous to reflect upon.

God,

Let me marry my wife

Let me make a home

where all the ghosts of the kids I grew up with can feel safe.

Let me show my future children

that their differences are beautiful.

Let me live long enough

to have younger queer kids view me as a sign that they can prevail,

that things get better.

God,

Let things get better.

Knowing a fic author through AO3 is like attending someone’s thesis presentation and politely clapping at the end, knowing a fic author through this hellsite is like going over to their house at 3AM to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar

I genuinely thought people were just making stuff up about randomly meeting other therians but I got to meet two today at a festival so shout out to them because it made me really happy :]

"Daddy issues? Well, duh, how would I be the coyote cowboy I am today if I had a stable relationship with my father?"

I say as my therapist slowly nods her head and scribbles something down on her clipboard.

in all honesty tho, from the bottom of my heart

to the women of all colour...

to the lgbtq+ community...

to the people suffering with long term health...

to the people who didn't vote for him...i'm so unbelievably sorry your country let you down.

hope. hope is the most important thing here. it won't always be like this and better days will return.

Throwback to this poem I wrote a while back

Plain text:

There was at one time,

A man I knew who spoke

With the crackle of a fire

Who had a cough

Like the devil himself had curled up in his lungs.

Who took me places

No wicked thing ever dared to trot.

He who stood so mighty,

The king of a southern summer,

And composed of the cicadas sympathy.

It is from him

I acquired my dirty paws,

These blood fangs.

From him came this wagging tail,

And hanging tongue.

Where my king of summer lies,

With the worms in his oldest home,

I stay his heir.

I haunt this town like an unmuttered curse.

And when they dare speak my name,

As if some insulting thing,

I think fondly of the man who gave me claws and teeth.

So that their insolence is not so easily forgiven,

And just as he,

Never forgotten.