So I had this dream

I was a fox girl with dark blue fur and a cute haircut, and was the voice actor for
Some large main screen toon. But one day the company was sold to some jerk and my ex coworker, who was a crazy bitch with curly hair, told me that she was replacing me in every way and was being as cruel as possible. And I walked back to the lobby and there was a huge monitor with her face on it, laughing, and I just snapped. Grabbed a steel chair off the floor and bashed it over and over until it exploded everywhere and cut my face, and then I heaved the chair out the front window of the building.

Ugh it was too real and now I can’t shake it. Like I could feel the chair in my hands and I woke up sobbing. Ugh I just want to have another dream where I can change…something

Also I’m not a furry per say but I guess I’m a cute modest blue fox girl.

zemael:

I don’t really think I’m that good at anatomy (or females) but this is quite a popular request so… I’m making a tutorial, and this is the part to show you what NOT to do with your fellow humans. More coming… eventually.

I suck at breast variations, but I try; see this page for awesome references: x

iggy-master-of-all:

jove-bluh:

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ANNNNDDD this made me cry. Thank you very much

I am struck occasionally, usually while snuggling the cat, with our faith in domestication.

The cat is a small, ferocious predator, twelve pounds of…well, flab and fur, frankly, in Athena’s case, but what muscle there is is strong all out of proportion to her size. I have watched three 150+ primates try and fail to subdue a ten pound cat, and consider it not at all unusual. The cat is as flexible as a snake and as strong as an ox. She has quite dainty looking teeth and claws, but there’s nothing dainty about their ability to flay flesh from bone.

If the cat and I were in a duel to the death, I would almost certainly win. I am 15+ times larger than she is, after all, and while my teeth and claws are pathetic, I have prehensile hands capable of doing terrible things. But if I had to go in naked, as the cat does, (and assuming the cat was aware that she was going to have to kill me, and not taking a nap in the corner) I can pretty much guarantee it would be a Pyhrric victory. I’d look like I’d gone ten rounds with a wolverine. I would need stitches. A lot of stitches. Possibly a glass eye. And antibiotics by the truckload. It’d be a mess, and there would even be a chance of an upset if the cat managed to go face-hugger on me.

And yet, despite the knowledge of the shocking amount of damage my small predator could inflict, it never occurs to me to worry. I pick the cat up and she tucks her head under my chin and purrs, canine teeth centimeters from my jugular, and despite the fact that I am carrying a ruthless carnivore in a position where she could, with great ease, remove me from the gene pool, I am thoroughly content with the world. Even knowing full well that cats are not even a truly domesticated animal, that Athena’s kin might best be described as “consistently tamed,” my greatest concern is that my black tank top is now coated in white cat hairs.

We have such faith in the process of domestication, despite the sheer unnaturalness of what’s happening. Small predators do not curl up on the chests of large primates and purr in the wild. And yet, every now and again, generally when my small predator is purring on the chest of this particular primate, I think How strange, how strange… that we’re doing this, and even stranger, that we both take it completely for granted, and find nothing unusual in such a completely unlikely alliance.

pumpkinfishes:

just hangin’ out with my crested gecko BABY DRAGON

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roblogging for future use

Ancient moon priestesses were called virgins. ‘Virgin’ meant not married, not belonging to a man - a woman who was ‘one-in-herself’. The very word derives from a Latin root meaning strength, force, skill; and was later applied to men: virle. Ishtar, Diana, Astarte, Isis were all all called virgin, which did not refer to sexual chastity, but sexual independence. And all great culture heroes of the past, mythic or historic, were said to be born of virgin mothers: Marduk, Gilgamesh, Buddha, Osiris, Dionysus, Genghis Khan, Jesus - they were all affirmed as sons of the Great Mother, of the Original One, their worldly power deriving from her. When the Hebrews used the word, and in the original Aramaic, it meant ‘maiden’ or ‘young woman’, with no connotations to sexual chastity. But later Christian translators could not conceive of the ‘Virgin Mary’ as a woman of independent sexuality, needless to say; they distorted the meaning into sexually pure, chaste, never touched.
— Monica Sjoo, The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering the Religion of the Earth  (via thewaking)

eyecaging:

Yoh Yoshinari has a Deviantart now

http://neighborstudios.deviantart.com/

and-then-sara:

SWIW #3: Fake Geek Girls

Bless these two…

Perfect!  :D  Hey I got called a fgg once, and I was dressed as Zelda.  ACTUALLY ZELDA, I DO KNOW THE FUCKING DIFFERENCE.

canisalbus:

Today I remembered those animal themed card stock masks we used to make at library’s children’s centre at the age of… 9, 10 maybe?  Thus I whipped up this. Now I’m a jackal.