Okay So I Am Linking Siberian Cats But Then Boom Tuxedo Cat Is My Other Linktype :>

#literally me

I think it's stupid how the seemingly default defense for "weird" identities is "it's okay if some kid identifies as [insert xenogender here] or identifies with another species, they're harmless (implicit 'and they'll get over it), leave them alone" . you also need to be kind and normal towards adults with those identities and you need to get over the idea that people with "odd" identities will surely change eventually. i know so many adult therians + people who id with xenogenders and it's rude to pretend that it's just a childish thing that people will get over eventually.

therian culture is wanting to wag your nonexistent tail whenever something happens

therian culture is curling up as small as possible in a little ball

therian culture is being an awesome little guy

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#luv this 1 #KEWLLLl

blue scene hair ^_^

I have the nonhuman urge to curl my body when im sleeping, but my human shaped spine and neck get jacked up every time I try too extremely 😭 on todays episode of "curse you, human anatomy"

Some funny creatures

Spacekin : Identifying as (outer) space, or a part of space, like a planet, star, etc.

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.

That’s me!