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BABY ME 🔥🔥🔥

NEW THERIAN TREND. GOOGLE "Baby (your theriotype)" AND THEN REBLOG WITH THE IMAGES

NOW PRESENTING BABY HOG DEER!!

#skullgirls #missfortune #meow

Meow

happy Thursday the 20th

Humans look for love and peace in all the wrong places. I prefer to look in nature. The trees do not judge what I am and the dirt does not shame me for walking on it. The peace and acceptance from being seen by nature is one only experienced and not possible to put into words. Don't be afraid to find your peace my alter humans. The humans may judge but the wind is louder, the trees are kinder, and the earth respects us. Be safe and know that you are loved!

shoutout to all the creatures (me) who love relaxing by flopping over furniture and letting your limbs fall over the side because you know what hell yeah

#teehee #luv thiz

2000s anime angels

Loafin’

Everytime this is reblogged, JK Rowling steps on a lego

Every once in a while, I have this fantasy where suddenly, magically, every single person in the world is made into their exact, idealized form.

For the majority of people, itd be small changes. Maybe thinner, maybe larger, taller, shorter, curvier, ect.

For some folks, it'd be as simple as an instant gender change.

But then, for probably a larger group than you'd expect, things would get wild. There would be giants and tinies, anthro animal folk, kaiju, slimes, robots, plushes, mythical creatures, ect.

And I specifically think about that point, where everyone in the world realizes that they're seeing each other's "true" forms, no matter how strange or subtle. And I think about the understanding between everyone, where they'd know that even if you've become a completely different creature, you're happy. And it's you.

I'd like to think that everyone would respect each other's new forms. That feels hopeful, but I'd want it to be true.

Then I imagine the feeling of being myself. A short, roundish, fluffy pigeon. I can probably still talk, but making coos is much more comfortable. Maybe I still have hands at the ends of my wings, maybe i use my feet for things.

But people would look at me, and no matter how strange i seem, they'd know it was truly, actually me.