your +1 for "take your kid to work" day

As you use AI to simplify easy yet mundane tasks, like writing emails, you get increasingly dependent on it.

You get lazy, less skilled, use your brain less, and (you may not want to hear this) get stupider as a result.

Don’t let them take away your ability to think. Stop using it. Now.

cw: messy

guess which one is bubblepuppers inspired

I can’t even explain to you guys the extreme excitement at the animation studio I was working at when we all watched this for the first time in 2003.

The feeling of doing your best and making someone you admire proud is like none other!!

#furry #furryart #illustration #kidcore #nostalgia

That's it buddy

Jack thinks about what to do next but then his order arrives and he excitedly opens it

Repadded Chapter 5, Page 2

Wonder what he ordered >w>

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#abdl

Competitive/combat florist 🌸 💢

If BABIES can have tactile buttons I WANT TACTILE BUTTONS grrrr bark bark bark

Bsky, in these most dire of times, I offer to you the most precious and beloved fox in my arsenal, the famous bworp! fox. (Not to be confused with Bworp the fox)

Cherish them 🤍🖤🦊

I realise it was 'just a hobby' in that it's not playing by structure and trying to be a part of the economy as it is and that's the point. The instructor truly was blind and bewildered as to what else you could value other than money.

I wish I had the wherewithal to have said something at the time

I recently tried to do a business course and one of the other students had the crashout I wish I was brave enough to have at being repeatedly told their life's work was a hobby, not a business.

They say furry is a hobby. I disagree. It is the set example of what an established community based out of queer ideals can create. A self sufficient micro economy, established communications, a whole subculture who lives by radical acceptance and empathy. Keep furry weird and anti corporate

most people who have been the target of this have know this and been vocal about it for years, but almost nobody wants to stand up and protest until they're about to be the target

// diapers

my pack of starry nights arrived so I had to doodle something real quick :-)

Would be nice for a week to pass without feeling like we’re going through the digital equivalent of gay bars getting raided by police.

Tigger thinks Pooh's tablecloth is a living creature and gets it before it can get him.

Another scene from the second Winnie-the-Pooh book (believe it or not, Tigger's only been public domain since 2024).

A conversation pit turned into a playpen with oversized toys, plushies, etc. Everything is big and the people on the outside of the playpen feel much taller than you send post

I tried to do this at a Little's room thing. Y'all it was genuinely hard to get people to give up their phone xux

guys its so easy, literally go do it

the internet is for porn

Whoa!! This is going to make an excellent addition to the baby photo album when all that FOY wears off 😇

For Cooper!

Ori talks smiling about special interest. -*Talks about special interest* +Wow! You're so smart! Inside their head, it reads "I can't wait to be home and crap my pants"

I think we have all been there.

Test after test, before long, you weren't incontinent, but your spirit was. Your parent didn't expect you to be clean or dry. It was poor consolation to realise that neither did you . .

That's when your big bro could really, really be mean.

Mornings with extraordinarily full diaperseats and a tired tummy. That one was your sitter's favourite, watching you abruptly drop your Switch one paw holding your bum while the other tried to work a door knob in the hopes of making it this time.

Worst still, the gel came in an alternative slow-release tacky paste also delivered by blunt syringe. A regular 24-hours- if they could get the release right that is!

7 long days of a sudden lurch and mad dash for the bathroom at random times, paws on your tapes knowing you were already messing.

The worst was a novel invention, a gel that got put up and inside you with a huge blunt syringe and lasted a week. That month, being clean was a rare, short-lived relief. Everything relaxed and as soon as something pushed down it was out, never allowed to "block" you up.

And that was the only excuse needed to land you in a trials program for "chronically constipated cranky kidz". Loads of suppositories of every shape, enemas of every viscosity, suspicious candy that tasted weird . .

Half an hour of squirming. Dozens of dry close-calls. only to poop while his finger was still inside you. What mortifying experience. You begged to have anything but that again.

You protested with all your heart and soul only to find yourself bent over a lap with your newfound diapers pulled down to your knees, a gloved hand under the tail, past at least one knuckle, wriggling about trying to stimulate a post-school bowel movement without laxatives you "hated sooooooo much"

You thought they might have been sneaking "medicine" up there, but realised quickly they wanted you to see you were getting your 'helpers'. Even just sliding your diaper aside to push a little pill up into you was done with pomp and ceremony.