Sometimes, I Want To Be A Robot Girl. Outside Of The Context Of Kink, I Mean, Which Is What I Largely

Me too, little buddy... Me too...

Acherontia styx

i think in the end furries will always win. in whatever time it takes i think people are going to realize anthropomorphism is so deeply ingrained in us as creatures that to even invent a hatred of the concept to begin with is like hating the concept of telling stories or singing or dancing

GAZE INTO THE ORACLE'S ALL SEEING EYE 👁

I don’t want a “realistic transition goal”, I want to be the type of thing you’d hear about on an episode of the Magnus Archives

scientists are in labs right now creating the thinnest and worst material known to mankind so they can make women’s clothing

ΩΩΩ

To the animals, the wolves, the lions, the foxes and cats and birds: Your eyes shine so brightly. Your fur is luscious, your feathers luxurious, your teeth furious and beautiful. Your claws are sharper than you think. One day, you will get them back. One day, you will be helpless, human, no more.

To the fairies, the angels, the aliens, the demons, the mermaids and sirens, the divine: Even here you are powerful. Even here you are divine and beautiful. Your wings are gorgeous, your horns and haloes majestic, your tails ethereal. Home will welcome you, welcome us all, with open arms one day.

To my fellow dolls, the marionettes, the puppets, the toys and ball-jointed: We may be delicate, but our subtle power defines us. We bend and move and dance in ways no human ever could. One day, our everlasting regality will return to us.

To the voids, the glitches, the abstract, the eldritch, the robots, the objectheads: Do with this brief moment of flesh what you will. You know who you really are inside, and that’s all that matters. Your soul still bleeds the color of the stars.

To the monsters, the zombies, the cryptids, the vampires, the werewolves and ghosts: The world will always fear that which it does not understand. We understand each other, and through this we have made our own world. We create our reality, and that’s what’s important.

To the therians, the otherkin, the fictionkin, voidpunks, and all other nonhumans: We are strong. We know who and what we are. We know what this flesh conceals. One day, the world will see us for who we are and accept us as her children all the same. For now, we persevere.

ppl in the age of cell phones: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of books: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of textile art: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of picking lice: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of cooking: fucking up their necks

i'm so sick of how ~biohacking~ has become this tech-bro-ass, supplement-grifter-ass, joe-rogan-ass, GOOP-for-cishet-men-ass, buttered-coffee-ass bullshit. back in my day, a biohacker was a weird goth enby who did terrifying diy surgery on themself on their kitchen counter so they could experience shrimp senses. as the gods intended!