Buff the NullMooPup

There’s no downside to learning a new skill! It’s just effort. That’s all.

Raccoon speaking into a microphone “WOULD.”

Lynx shoving raccoon out of the way, speaking into the microphone: “WILL.”

Possum pushing the lynx out of the way to declare into the microphone, “HAVE.”

The Moirai bickering over your destiny.

Sticker comm for @shirosiri.us! #furryart

I suppose the alternative is I make it into a YouTube video essay… but I’d have to learn video editing for that…

So… what kink education nights do we have in the UK? And which of them are open for submissions?
My hole training class at Darklands was *really* well received, to the point of selling out and loads of people asking for more opportunities.
I’d love to provide! 😁

What? I did what you kept saying to do! 😁

🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

Passing this up the chain! @figagrow.bsky.social

Requiem for a Lost Generation: A New Choral Requiem A choral requiem honoring those lost to the AIDS crisis. Help bring this evening of remembrance to life.

Hey. Everyone. Hey hey everyone.
You like sexy himbo puppies, right? You like music right? You like meaningful art right?
Want to toss $5 at all 3?
Go give @figagrow.bsky.social a cup of coffee and get music for it!

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Hey Mr Galbraith! Still having to pretend you’re a woman to maintain your wealth and fortune? It’s ok. You can untuck here.

It’s up there with velodrome cyclists. 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Pain runes work on other generations than just our own.

I love bobsledding

Remember. You have the power to break kids who do this by abusing their slang and adding other generations’.

No cap, these n00bzors thought they could mog a chad frfr, but got pwned by straight bussin’ l33t personalitymaxxing and now they’re lowkirkenuinely just virgin looksgooning. Gitgud.

I do miss the days where these people would just make niche porn like they clearly want to, but hey, I guess being a TikTok influencer pays better. *shrug*

My understanding was it’s the kids’ word for trying to make themselves prettier, and not caring about their health?
Like… sure. I remember L33Tsp34k. They’re at that stage. I’m not surprised the same kiddos who got Andrew Tate forced down their throats by Epstein decided to add steroids to the mix.

In the same way that you get to watch the joy light up in them, you get to watch them breathe new life into what was once vibrant and has been dormant for a while.

It’s wonderful. I’m glad I got to experience that.

I love the leather community sometimes.
It is a rare and powerful joy to be able to take something that was once deeply important to you, that brought you great joy, but that can’t anymore, and seeing someone you love’s eyes light up when you pass it on to them.

I demanded to be treated as an equal human with equal dignity.

I will be treated as an equal.

Nothing less will do.

I will not be shamed out of this demand, just because their breach of the domestic violence restraining order was only small, only immediately after it was filed, and only twice.

But that runs counter to my values. Yes patience and understanding are virtues I try to adhere to. But we agreed to a settlement and bound it in law.

It is well within my values to demand that a peace treaty between us be adhered to, and to respond according to said treaty when it is violated.

Another knock to my mental health today.

My abuser finally paid the legal fees that they were ordered to. Over a month after the deadline. With an attached abusive note.

Part of me still believes I should roll over, allow it to happen, & accept the quiet, temporary peace of injustice.

I demanded to be treated as an equal human with equal dignity.

I will be treated as an equal.

Nothing less will do.

I will not be shamed out of this demand, just because their breach of the domestic violence restraining order was only small, only immediately after it was filed, and only twice.

But that runs counter to my values. Yes patience and understanding are virtues I try to adhere to. But we agreed to a settlement and bound it in law.

It is well within my values to demand that a peace treaty between us be adhered to, and to respond according to said treaty when it is violated.

Another knock to my mental health today.

My abuser finally paid the legal fees that they were ordered to. Over a month after the deadline. With an attached abusive note.

Part of me still believes I should roll over, allow it to happen, & accept the quiet, temporary peace of injustice.

Ok so maybe I have experience…

Scoping out the reduced section in the supermarket because it’s the only way your meals can be affordable.
The indescribable joy of checking the sizes on cute clothes and seeing it goes up to your size.
Checking the weight limits when shopping for furniture and vehicles.

Doctors. Just… doctors.

Going to a gym, being surrounded by circuit queens with their bodies by ozempic, and watching their jaws hit the floor when they watch you do pull ups effortlessly, or bench press not just their body weight but your own.

Getting out of the car before your friend pulls into the parking spot, because you don’t know if the other car left you enough space.
Eating a regular sized portion of food, trying to be polite about it, and your stomach loudly betraying your remaining hunger.

Getting unsolicited requests to help reach things on the top shelf from strangers.
Offering to help people with suitcases and them catching themselves as they start to ask “can you handle both?”
Drunk guys immediately dropping the belligerence and starting apologising because they see you stand up.

Sitting behind someone and wrapping your arms around them. The edges of their arms not even reaching your armpits, your head resting on theirs even with your legs out of the equation.

Hugging someone and their head disappearing behind your biceps.

All this to say, thank you for being patient with me. I promise improvement is forthcoming.