what term(s) do you prefer to be referred to as (otherkin, therian, nonhuman, etc.)?
what are you(r kintypes/theriotypes)?
most niche/obscure 'type?
what foods do you associate with your 'type(s)?
what colors do you associate with your 'type(s)?
do you own any gear? if so, what is it?
best/favorite thing about being nonhuman?
worst/least favorite thing about being nonhuman?
what activities help you connect with your 'type(s)?
do you associate any music with your 'type(s)? do you have a playlist?
do you collect anything besides wearable gear that you associate with your 'type(s), such as plushies or merch?
do your 'type(s) influence your sense of style or the way you dress?
would you consider yourself a furry? if so, do you have a fursona? is your fursona based on one of your 'type(s)?
draw or share your artwork of your 'type(s)?
this isnt a question but a request that you drink some water!
authors note: feel free to reblog! other beings can ask you questions from this list, or you can simply answer them all yourself.
"the teachings of marcus aurelius tell you to go kill yourself, poster" is one of the most beautiful things i've seen on this site in a while
Yeah. Already blocked someone for missing the point. The matter was not that "there is always a better choice", the point was that there's always some other choice. If you can stand, you've always got the option of doing half a backflip and breaking your neck right where you stand. Should you do that? Probably not. But it is an option. So you can't say that "I have no choice but to be there doing this", when instead you can think "I can either be here doing this, or I could do half a backflip and break my neck. I'd rather be doing this."
If someone really believes they have no other choice but be seething on the internet, it's good to bear in mind that they don't have to live that way, they could also grant themselves the dignity of killing themselves. I have faith that there is a small, teeny tiny fraction of these people who would pause at that proposal and go "no, there's got to be some third option that's neither of them."
But most of them will insist they have no choice, and insist on continuing to seethe on the internet. They won't grant themselves the mercy of dying with dignity instead of living like that, so I have no sympathy for them.
having soot on your hands from tending to a fire 🤝 having dirt on your feet from walking in nature
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The monster hunter listened to the description.
"Yup, sounds like a bull ogre."
"Can you kill it?"
"Why?"
"You're a monster hunter!"
"What has it done, that I should kill it?"
"It's a monster!"
"We don't kill 'em for what they are. What's it done?"
"I… It is!"
"It's allowed."
Losing my mind over the gospel of Luke being like “they wrapped his body in linen cloth and laid him in a tomb” after the beginning of the story being “they wrapped him in swaddling clothes and laid him in a manger” like
I’m absolutely feral
I think I met a new role model this morning, in the form of a professor.
When a student appeared tired, he said, oh are you tired? You didn’t have coffee maybe? That’s fair I only had three which is less than half than my normal consumption so forgive me if I’m not well woken up!
(Can’t insist enough on the fact that it was morning.)
Then he put a slide of his presentation and it was a species of animals and he went like ah yeah I’m supposed to talk about them to you but I don’t like them so I won’t! Next slide!
Other citations include:
So, you were all taught than the brain is three parts then 5, and I’m sorry to tell you your professor lied to you.
So, we don’t actually know how octopus brains work, or if they really have a brain, because when we try to study them they try to escape. And when we present them with a simple activity, they do something else instead. (For exemple, a typical activity would be pulling a lever to have a treat. An octopus broke the lever and played with it).
It’s actually harder to study octopus and crows than rats because they get bored.
Okay, you’re supposed to identify this picture, but you won’t be able to and that’s fair, so let me tell you what it is.
I put that info here because it’s cool but you don’t have to learn it. But you could, cause that would be a cool fun fact to tell your friend while drinking beers this evening.
Also important to tell that this man was very badly dressed, seemed to not have slept in like half a million years and not seen a hairbrush in even longer than that.
Im gonna have class with him next week as well and I can’t wait.
if you're transgender and need name ideas, may I direct you toward the nato alphabet because like. delta? november?? echo?? romeo is like the butchest name. please consider foxtrot. being named whiskey would be cool as hell. I know multiple transmascs who were a bit too into english lit and are named victor now. I've met people named sierra who were trans in every direction. maybe don't name yourself golf
“Dogs don’t know what they look like. Dogs don’t even know what size they are. No doubt it’s our fault, for breeding them into such weird shapes and sizes. My brother’s dachshund, standing tall at eight inches, would attack a Great Dane in the full conviction that she could tear it apart. When a little dog is assaulting its ankles the big dog often stands there looking confused — “Should I eat it? Will it eat me? I am bigger than it, aren’t I?” But then the Great Dane will come and try to sit in your lap and mash you flat, under the impression that it is a Peke-a-poo… Cats know exactly where they begin and end. When they walk slowly out the door that you are holding open for them, and pause, leaving their tail just an inch or two inside the door, they know it. They know you have to keep holding the door open. That is why their tail is there. It is a cat’s way of maintaining a relationship. Housecats know that they are small, and that it matters. When a cat meets a threatening dog and can’t make either a horizontal or a vertical escape, it’ll suddenly triple its size, inflating itself into a sort of weird fur blowfish, and it may work, because the dog gets confused again — “I thought that was a cat. Aren’t I bigger than cats? Will it eat me?” … A lot of us humans are like dogs: we really don’t know what size we are, how we’re shaped, what we look like. The most extreme example of this ignorance must be the people who design the seats on airplanes. At the other extreme, the people who have the most accurate, vivid sense of their own appearance may be dancers. What dancers look like is, after all, what they do.”
— Ursula Le Guin, in The Wave in the Mind (via fortooate)