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I ORDERED MYSELF SOME EARS AND IM SO EXCITED LOOK HOW COOL THEY LOOK

I need them in my hands NOWWWWW

Maybe im not cladotherian and actually just polytherian. Because I still look at myself and just think, oh yeah, that's a canine. But also, over time, I've kinda just realized that it's not so much the entire genus and instead just some specific species. I also feel like my theriotypes are deeply tied to who I am, how I grew up, and how I function. I know I'm a wolf for certain. I get especially shifty in the winter, and it will stay somewhat dormant in the warmer months. I feel drawn to my coyote theriotype in the spring and summer, and having grown up in the deep south, it helps that it makes me feel more comfortable in where I call home.

My dog theriotype is pretty much always present. I'm just doglike in nature.

And then my raccoon tends to flair up, especially when I regress? Like it's usually either puppy or raccoon.

This isn't really me panicking about this or anything tbh. Sometimes, it just feels nice to talk about it.

Sometimes I miss sleep

Not what I do every night, not what I'll continue to do for the rest of my life. I miss sleep.

I miss the slow process of laying down, with the buzzing noise of my childhood friend's TV or the distant sound of the train.

I miss my little sister telling me she could hear Rudolph on the roof or asking me for a story.

I miss the feeling of falling into sleep, and I say falling so literally, as I can still identify that familiar drop in my stomach before I succumbed.

I can still picture that same image of myself falling, not unlike Alice, into a never-ending tunnel of quilts, slowly until I headed off to my own wonderland.

I miss waking up in a sea of warmth, a hand, or a leg thrown across me, snores ringing through the room. Light hits my face from a window coated in dust. My pajamas are the same clothes I'd worn the night prior, that I'll wear again today.

I miss my childhood friend's mother softly asking me if I'd come with her to get breakfast for everyone. I don't have to put on my shoes.

I miss the feeling of falling asleep on the way to the donut shop while Green Day sings me a lullaby. The car shakes as we hit pothole after pothole, but it's still the best I'll feel for months.

I miss the way my friends mother will lightly hold a cold bottle of orange juice to my skin, the way she'll laugh softly when I shrink away from it.

I miss her asking me if I'm awake yet.

I miss answering that it's too early.

In case anyone is interested, I made a side blog for my Minecraft hearthome so I can just bark about it over there.

@dandelions-crossing

Feel free to follow! I'll hopefully be able to post more on it soon.

I fucking hate when people who aren't my pack touch my head :3

I'm a canine who loves head massages from my pack. That is all.

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Every time I get called a pup or puppy my heart heals a little bit

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.

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.