BTW i see these posts all the time like "ohhh i dont know what to comment on fics.." and every response is "keysmashes! or hearts!! anything works :3" and thats GREAT!! thats helpful!!
but: consider. if u genuinely like analyzing writing.. do u know ur just allowed to go through and quote your favorite parts and ramble abt what they mean to u and the author will LOSE IT WITH HYPE?
genuinely. i felt SO WEIRD the first time i did it.. but like. holy shit authors love it. its crack for authors. the first time i did it, it was on a fic that hadnt updated in half a year, give or take, and the author made 3 updates that month BECAUSE OF MY COMMENT.
LIKE. as an author every comment is INCREDIBLE!!! but also, dont feel like your comment has to be short or otherwise ur invasive or smth!! authors ADORE long comments more than ANYTHING.
I get this! I've talked about it a few times before on my blog, but I tend to feel more wolf in the colder months, and more raccoon, and coyote in the warmer ones :]
It's so nice when fall comes, and I can feel myself get lost in its crisp air. It's like my wolf is calling itself back home, crashing into me, and letting me remember my love for winter all over again.
I think that alterhumans/nonhumans don't talk too much about seasonal shifts as someone with many kintypes.
for me, weather or a season really affect my experience.
there are types of shifts/or feelings in general I only experience when it's raining, or the ones that only appear when it's snow outside... for example, it's most likely for me to feel more birdy in colder weather, since wearing baggy chlothes/coats make me feel like they're my feathers, and its more likely for me to feel more dragon-y in warm sunlight, where I can feel my scales while sunbathing
in general, when seasons change, so does my experience with everything... sometimes the weather doesn't make me feel like one of my kintypes at all, and sometimes it's the exact opposite
I noticed it recently, in the last 6 months I couldn't really feel my fox side at all, at the point that made me question my identity, i finally figured out that's cause I mostly experience fox-like shifts in autumn-winter!
let me know your experience with seasons/weather!
~Birdie/Hera
I bite I bite I bite I bite I bite I-
here take some pictures that make me feel like i'm looking in a mirror:3c
((y, you should also show me pictures that make youu feel like you're looking into mirror))
College class scheduling is evil. You know what isn't? Going for a hike in the cold winter air. I'm tired of concrete and brick. I wanna go get in them damn woods.
Does anyone want to read a short story about a trans kid at the age where you don't have a word for what you are yet, or really a full idea of what you are, but you know what you want to be so you cling to it and the people around you that represent it?
Because I wrote something like that! It's called Cowboys (or Good Men, but we won't get into that whole story), and it's about a kid named Kit who wants nothing more than to be a cowboy like 'her' uncle Pau! It's a small slice of life/coming of age story that showcases the unconditional love of a family's two misfits, alongside subtly highlighting a less talked about stage of growing up transgender in the south.
If anyone is interested in reading it, please let me know, and I'll reblog it through this post 👍
you are transgender because you want to live.
you are transgender because you want to live.
you are transgender because you want to live.
you are transgender because you want to live.
you are transgender because you want to live.
if you’re transgender you have to live no matter what.
!ALERT! ALERT!
HIGHLY RADIOACTIVE CANINE SPECIMEN (me) HAS BREACHED CONTAINMENT TO NEARBY WOODLANDS (has gone camping)
BE ON HIGH ALERT FOR THE CREATURE (pls bring me and my gf more mallows for smores :3)
I would really like to play fetch rn. Maybe at the beach. Idk throw me a stick. I’m just a dog
NOOOO I AINT DONE NOTHIN!!!! :<
Its me!
The FDA!
The federal dog association!
Put up your pawbs!!!!
You're going in the crate!!!!
Born to walk around in the woods, and have someone shriek in horror, exclaiming, "Good GOD, what is that thing!?"
Then, to have a group of kids make up stories about that weird dog thing that stares at you from the edge of the woods.
Forced to just be socially awkward and pay taxes.