I am becoming fully convinced that if the world gave any autonomy to kids, huge swathes of the regime that's being enforced right now would collapse over fucking night.

"But kids are not wise!"

Then fucking help them to be. Give them the chance to be wise rather than removing their agency. They can be stupid and cruel and absolutely make poor decisions, but if you give them agency and autonomy, maybe we would stop fucking around quite so much, since they are the ones who, more often than not, are going to find out. Build wisdom in kids and get some wise fucking adults in turn.

Living in a cool fantasy village helping passing adventurers

They're all lesbians and 3m (9.8') tall

1 hour warm up sketch

Every time this comes across my feed, I have a little daydream about a tall rat patting me on the head and telling me it is all going to be okay.

ive pitched this idea once or twice in private but I'm running out of time so this one's free if anyone wants to try:

rhythm game based on Walter Russell's "wave geometry" pseudoscience artworks

I would play the

HECK

out of this

Vibes-based TF triggers are such a huge brain moment I feel like I unlocked my furry kink chakras

Please tell me more.

(as in I'm also TF trash please give me more brainworms I always wanna hear about getting unhuman'd)

So, my fursona- or me, I suppose- I have a lot of forms, right? I like being different stuff! But me being me, I needed a way to justify them, not hunt from one to one finding the "right one" that will always apply, because they just don't, they never do.

And the notion that struck me- one that tied up the therianism, the gender fluidity, all of it in a nice bow, is the notion that my forms are based on surroundings and emotions- that is, if I'm somewhere it fits, or surrounded by strong feelings of some sort, or feeling them, or all of the above, my form changes! Sure, I default to this here derg, but maybe feeling pretty and appreciated makes me into a more anthro form, more femme-leaning- maybe being around praise and high energy makes me a dog, maybe a certain little incident a few weeks ago involving y'all clam-loving critters briefly made me a Yinglet- it's something I might be able to anticipate, but I can't truly control, quite literally wearing my heart on my sleeve, so to speak!

It's making me real darn happy 💖

So, if we started burying you in plushies...

FWUMP

I am going to climb you and I am going to nap on your back