don’t date your coworkers. don’t. it won’t be different. your situation will not be different. when you break up it will be awkward as hell and even more so when you find out that they write and draw rpf of my chemcial romance band members in which gerard way is a serial killer and they have a piss kink, and,
God i wish someone would sell me a haunted house. Ghosts aren’t real and I’d love to get a really nice house for like half the price that it should be.
aries; you are so good and kind. don’t lose your fervor. the world is wide and sometimes dark but keep looking for the places where sunlight is warmest. don’t let harshness wear you down.
taurus; i know the melancholy in your chest makes it hard to breathe. i know the hollowness feels so heavy, but someday it will be filled with the most beautiful flowers and you’ll forget what this pain feels like.
gemini; you are so very beautiful. your voice sounds like the chime of churchbells, full and warm and holy. someone will be so unbelievably in love with you someday.
cancer; look for the light pink streaks in sunsets, the ones that look like cotton candy. you’ve got a heart as soft as summer rain, don’t let it shatter; be careful with yourself. surround yourself with gentle people.
leo; you feel everything so deeply, don’t you? take a breath; the air is sweet and warm and so very alive. i know that change is so very hard but the feeling of wind in your lungs always stays the same. it will heal you.
virgo; you aren’t dangerous. it’s easy to feel like barbed wire, like broken glass, like power lines humming with electricity, but you are human. blood and veins and skin. you sharpen all your edges, make yourself dark and harsh and untouchable but maybe it’s time to let someone in.
libra; let go. i know that you cling to every person so hard that your knuckles turn white, but if they’re not good to you let them go.
scorpio; i know how hard it is to keep going. i know how hard it is to shatter like porcelain in the nighttime and put the pieces back together at dawn. let the dreams linger on your skin, wake up and unbury the sun. it’s okay if you’re still broken in the morning.
sagittarius; pushing yourself to the very brink again and again will never solve it. be gentle with your tired body, let your weary feet rest.
capricorn; you don’t need to blaze yourself into the heart of everyone you meet. you don’t need to linger like the blue spots in your eyes after you look at the sun. you can ease up, it’s okay not to be everything at once.
aquarius; when the water swallows you whole and you can’t breathe let it. tomorrow will come and it will be more beautiful than you can imagine. the golden warmth of the sun will make you feel more human; daylight will wash away the hurt.
pisces; keep creating. your mind is so beautiful, so draw until your fingers bleed. write until your palms ache. sing until your throat is raw.
having a fursona is an extremely freeing and deeply personal method of self expression that everyone should at the very least consider, regardless of the stigma surrounding furries or lack of interest in the community. in this essay I wi
y’all in the tags want the essay so yknow what? I’ll give you the essay
having a fursona is a highly personal experience. No one can take a fursona away from you. I had characters that were dependent on stories I made in the past with abusive, terrible people, and those characters now bear the memories of those abusive, terrible people. but you know what my fursona is? my fursona is a representation of me. my poor experiences are my sona’s. as I overcome my trauma, I overcome trauma associated with my fursona.
no one can ruin him for me. no one can take him away. when I’m upset, I can manipulate him into what I want. I can make him punk. I can put him in the clothes I can’t afford. I can put him in the fashion I’ll never wear. I can either draw him like my body type and help myself cope with dysphoria, or I can draw him in the body type I eventually want to have. I can draw him with other people and other characters.
and the animal aspect is representative too. I know people who are slow and tired who make sloth sonas. people who feel like they’re dirty who make raccoon sonas. people who want to strive for knowledge and make owl sonas. it’s a representation of who you are and who you want to be. your fursona is your ideal you. they’re a coping mechanism and a goal all at once.
your fursona is a unique experience no one can destroy. no one can take your fursona from you. no one can truly destroy your identity as long as you OWN THAT SHIT. therefore: make a fursona
Sometimes I like trans headcanons better than 90% of canonical trans characters, because with a character who’s only headcanoned to be trans, you don’t have to deal with the way the story deals with them being trans.
There’s no flashbacks to their “old self,” no Trans 101 for the audience, no depictions of the misery of dysphoria, no worrying that they’re going to be confronted with transphobia inside or outside the story. There’s no moment where the storyteller feels the need to (delicately and tastefully, of course!) address the matter of their anatomy.
You just get to see trans people being awesome and having adventures.
So for the question of “why headcanon X as trans when it doesn’t change the story at all?”, that’s why. Because sometimes it’s nice to think of people like yourself having stories that aren’t about your gender.
I feel the mountains burn inside 