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His joke must've been c'awful for that reaction
People seem to like some music. Here's an album with a cute shark on the cover. "Wave EP" by Sim Gretina.
You Fuzzies On Twitter?
I wanted to keep up to date with the whole damn family that we are, so throw up your usernames...?
I'm bad at this talking thing, being constrained to 140 characters is okay with me...
Also you can find me on Twitter as @zombieVILDHUND
submitted by ApocalisseLupo[link] [12 comments]
Weekly art request thread idea? There are a lot of you wanting free art.
So banning all art request posts is....dumb, to put it bluntly. No one is required to even click on those posts, let alone comment. But there certainly is something to say about how many of these are cropping up every day (it's increasing), and it will quickly exhaust those who are willing to draw, and clutter the sub.
What if we had a weekly thread to keep this stuff confined to one post, and if you miss out you can come back on the same day the next week? Wouldn't have to entirely ban the posts, but it could restrict them from being made except for the main post.
Or this is a terrible idea and I want to hear other ideas.
TALK.
submitted by Sareii[link] [39 comments]
How would a furry worlds history be different then ours?
Some I thought up:
Horses would of done anti-car riots when cars were invented cause they would take their jobs
Cold would be less important in wars and history in general
*squeak*
Idk how carnivores would work
submitted by NoahGoldFox[link] [21 comments]
The Inaugural [adjective][species] Poetry Collection
It’s here, it’s finally here! It’s been a month in the works, but the inaugural [adjective][species] Poetry Collection is here. It’s been a lot of fun reading and putting together this set of amazing poems, getting to see the breadth of talent in the fandom. I know, as a poet myself, it’s sometimes difficult to sell your talent as as meaningful. I’ve had so many people, in-fandom and not, just raise eyebrows at the mere idea of poetry, so I’m glad so many people still write it.
I’m not here to set this post up too much. The poems are organized by flow, not by any ranking system. There is no winner—just a curated experience. Thank you to all the poets who submitted poems, and hopefully we can do this again soon.
~ Lunostophiles
Why a Weasel by George Squares
Because I’ve power when a lump of sadness sits in my chest,
and the feeling is utterly mine.
Quite the covetous catch with this feeling I snatch
from myself like the robin’s high treasure in nest.
I command hurting hunches to bunches
of bristles, and pine thistles, and mountain peak priories,
where dead clerics dance and damned fairies prance
in the carvings of soft-whittled wood.
The colors blind, barely, when fairly I flip
to the conclusion on the tip of my tongue—
though there in my throat it has clung
when you told me my voice was deeper than you thought.
But there’s many ways to squeak, and to hide, and to peek,
peek at you, yes at you, with my stare always blatant.
When night bleeds bland ink and in the earth, on your brink,
“things must get better,” you moan, and I wink. And I think.
How sad you can’t see me at home past the stack,
in the black. Keeping track.
When I write out my anguish it breaks. Snicker-snack.
At the Aquarium by Renee Carter Hall
The otters, all brothers,
curve and glide through the pool,
pushing off against the thick glass
and diving long and deep.
One plays a game with a sinking stone,
nosing it, batting it to keep it off the bottom,
as one might blow on a falling leaf.
The trainer finishes her talk and
calls for questions.
Little girl in the audience:
Why do they play with rocks?
Two answers come to mind—the scientific first,
describing how such a game would keep their skills honed,
thus helping them catch more fish, live longer, reproduce,
pass on their genes, ensure the species’ survival.
But the second answer feels more like truth:
that there is joy, however simple, in the feeling
of every muscle working in turn, rudder of tail,
dexterous webbed paws, all responding perfectly
in the sweet resistance of water.
No purpose served but in the act itself—
the satisfaction of the well-played game,
the image in sand, the completed poem.
Why do they play with rocks?
The trainer fumbles for an answer,
then admits she doesn’t know.
Shape-changed Heart by Amy Fontaine
You need not feel sorry for me
because I have dreams.
My mind harbors a multiplicity of faces,
of voices:
a flock, a pack, a pride.
It’s not a curse.
I’m not diseased.
I think it’s more like a superpower:
the ultimate Empath,
animal shaman,
able to shift into
all creatures under the sun.
I’ve found friends who understand
what it means to walk in two worlds.
To don one skin by day,
by night another,
to sing the praises
of the full-bellied moon.
Perhaps we are the lucky ones:
better to be a furred vagabond,
a roving Rover,
the owner of a shaggy,
shape-changed heart
than a listless tool
without a story to tell.
Wolf Break by Huskyteer
Eleven o’clock; coffee time.
I opened a pack of wolves.
Fur white as icing, they surged
through the office, staring and sniffing
with almond eyes and chocolate noses.
Flicking the crisp points of their ears,
they crunched across keyboards
dunked their paws in tea mugs
snapped gingerly at power cords.
Then, at the call of distant snows,
they took the lift and left, behind them just
a sugar dust of hair on carpet tile.
Next time I’ll get custard creams.
Procyon Prowling by Altivo Overo
In silence she slinks through the silver-dewed garden,
Wandering walkways, wishing for sustenance.
Her three ring-tailed children thirst in the home den
For this matron of many, a milk-bearing clan queen.
Soon will she show them, in single file leading,
Walking through woodland to where there is food
And water for washing as will be required
To live on their own in lonely repose.
But now has she need of nourishing foodstuff
Herself, before comes here the herald of dawn.
Black eyes like buttons, buried in face mask,
Search not so well for her sight is too poor.
All growing around her too green are the berries,
The sweet roots not ripened or succulent yet.
Thus takes she her tread to the tall-hanging feeder
For birds it’s intended but better than none.
Alas! Though long-reaching and laboring efforts
She makes, it gains nothing. A mumble, a hiss,
And she turns to the trash cans, a top that is loose.
She knows it so well as she nears it again.
Brief clatter. She’s in. A complaint from a dog
Afar wills it otherwise but wonder, none comes
To break up her feasting in bones and waste matter
Abandoned and left to best care for her now.
The brood that is waiting will be cared for also:
No dearth of dark faces to delve in the night.
Imprisoned Avian Dreams by Corvus
My love, I chirp this song a slave
Confined to sleep within this cage
Yet you’re the one that I so crave
I’m gone, but please don’t fill with rage
I’m here alone this restless night
Confined to sleep within this cage
My feathers dream to soar in flight
Yet lights go out as hope does too
I’m here alone this restless night
I’d rest my beak right next to you
We’d rise into the sky next day
Yet lights go out as hope does too
When I return, we’ll always play
For when we meet then you will see
We’d rise into the sky next day
I’m trapped for now and cannot flee
My love, I chirp this song a slave
For when we meet then you will see
That you’re the one that I so crave
Siderosophia by Steven Mando
Go down the oldest Woodland path,
And if you walk for long,
You’ll hear the Crow, the Owl, the Frog,
And the Fox, who sings his song.
He sings to her, who falls behind
His red and whizzing tail
He sings because he’s so in love
That he could sing for days.
“Come here, come here!” he tells her then
“Come look at the night sky!
The Moon is full, the clouds are gone
And Stars shine bright on high!
“And if I were to see the Stars
On lonely summer nights
I’d count them all, to wait for when
You’d come stay by my side
“And if we were to roam the Moon
And you would float away
I’d raise my paw, and grab your tail
And hold you there for days
“And if I were to walk the Sun
And burn off all my fur
I know, I know, deep in my heart,
You’d lend me yours for sure
“And if, on cold and endless nights
I’d fall off into space
You’d wait for me, my dearest love
You’d wait for days and days.”
She sighed, and watched with empty eyes
The one who thought he was loved
She shook her head, and turned her tail
And swiftly, she was gone.
“No sweat, no sweat,” the Fox would say.
“Tomorrow’s a new day
We’ll meet again, I know, my love
And for that I will pray!”
No words on Earth will ever fill
The large heart of a Fool.
But if he’s happy
let him be.
Real
life
can be
quite
cruel.
Tricky Fox by Mut
Tricky fox is quickly running.
Sleepy dog is idly sunning.
Fox in henhouse, feathers fly.
Bird in mouth and gleam in eye.
Dog left staring, jaws agape,
As hungry fox makes his escape.
never invite stray dogs into your home by Buck Riley
where were we, Love, ‘ere
we were were-
wolves, weavingwoven throughinto the night
sky, drinking the moon
light heavy like wine
(but why why why?)
You knew the (biblical) scents of a she(e)p
he(a)rd the swooning swaying crooning
of ani-mals of moon of dark of shadow
and (what?) of us.
and what (of us)?
a husband? no husband
ry is not your style
you prefer(RED) the wild and me
? I was – would be – wont to stay staid
but you stayed (,) a stray (,) and lead (past present
always present) me a-stray.
you taught me how(l)
and I learned (became) HOWL
and howl and how
to be reckless. no plastic
on the paisley couch, coach
ed in moonspeak and ani-mal-
content. you showed me
the way (my) ripe apples fall in
Autumn the smell of (cheap) leather in the
Summer the taste of dead (graveyard) dirt in the
Spring when the moon sighs
and sighs and sighs and sighs
O!
but what of us?
Love, we were are RECKless,
and I, Love, I am a wRECK
(un)less I reek
of wreaths of wildflowers, Love.
of stigma of stamen of sweat, Love, but
no Love! for steeple and stature and staid
Love, you cannot stay (how) you are
a stray, Love, you cannot stay a-stray.
True to You, Oh My Darling, in my Fashion by J/K Perique
I saw you rush away from Disney that day
You said it was just a Magicked Kingdom
Ceci n’est pas pour les autres quand nous
But by our byes they let us sit there
And wear our special hats
Though we both were Down and Out
Les enfants, magnifique, symphonique, mais ne sont pas terribles.
We should’ve seen you in a millicent
But your ship called
And you beamed up
To another port of call
We weren’t lost then either
Your guild is large, after all
But the new navigator had different eyes
Still blue, but full of fish and spice
Et on y va, mais c’était pas la même chose
We still called him Terry
In your honor, of course
But he preferred Bison and Banks
So we knew they could not stay
Our Culture must change
For even otters slip away
It was smooth sailing with the Bison
But we still missed you
So we named the next crewman Hatchette
Since she was so cute
Your type of gal, ?????
But espacés a froid dans l’avion
So when we huddled for warmth
We learned it was a better name than we thought
The symmetry may never be broken
For our WELL is a circle, and a pool
But I still remember the fires we started
Dans le monde du les autres
Et je n’ai pas froid
From the memories and the letters
?????
???????
????
Tutu the Tortie by Judith Vance
Black, brown, white tortie.
Adopted from Feline Friends.
Two empty nesters
laugh, play, pet, feed and water
the furry queen of the house.
FC 2010 by Shining River
In the winter of Twenty-Ten,
It was time for Further Confusion again.
In Sillycon Valley,
I went to a big furry rally.
Yes, those wild Furry fans
put together great plans.
They found a nice new hotel
For they knew very well
That thousands would attend
And have fun till the end.
On the Twenty-First of Jan-u-ary,
They traveled by cars, planes, trains, and maybe even a ferry.
To the Fairmont Hotel San Jose,
They all found their way.
When the hotel doors opened and hundreds rushed in,
We called out, “We’re here! Let the Gold Rush begin!”
I met online friends, whom I’d not seen before,
I looked all around and found even more.
A friendly Rat from Brisbane,
And a Red Deer from England.
I met a rabbit for coffee,
At a quarter to three.
The Fursuit Parade was a fire-hose of Fur!
Hundreds came marching down the corridur.
I saw BeastCub and Donkey
OzRoo and Yippee Coyote.
A tall white snow-beast from Star Wars, oh my heck,
and a quadruped Targ from Star Trek.
Such a huge variety,
And amazing awesome creativity.
Workshops and panels for teaching,
About writing, art and fursuiting.
Art shows and auctions to show, buy and sell,
Dealer’s Den sales were quite good, I could tell.
Masquerade, CritterOlympics and Furry Night Live,
I cheered, I applauded, I laughed ’til I cried.
Too soon Monday came and away home I flew,
FC Twenty-Ten, I hope I never forget you.
Sex Thing or What by Leif the Otter
“Is it a sex thing, or what?”
The words linger in a void
divided by the clicks of Mom’s turn signal.
I can’t place finger nor paw on a wholly true answer
“What do you mean?”
I want to know who’s asking.
Is it the woman I would check behind my shoulders for?
Or the woman who signed notes “Mama Wolf,”
when she learned her teenage son was a bit weird?
“I mean… it’s… kinky…”
I’m sure she wants to know who’s answering.
Her little boy?
Her wolf pup?
A pervert?
The silver Jeep hums around the corner
as I struggle to find the right words.
“You even had a collar is it BDSM? …Well?”
She breaks her eyes from the road,
and I’m glad it’s dark out.
It hides the shame on my face.
Hides it better than I could ever hide
my fuzzy little secret.
“Kinda… the fandom’s reputation
isn’t entirely unfounded…”
Silence. Every muscle tenses,
as if I could jump out of all this,
this conversation,
this Jeep,
this world
I watch the road, in case she can’t.
My eyes, blue like hers, begin to itch.
Sensitive.
“But… I’ve made a lot of friends.”
My breath cuts the engine’s drone,
and a smile tugs at my muzzle.
My ears perk up,
“And it’s fun.”
I risk a glance her way,
and meet skepticism in her raised brow.
Skepticism… and a smile.
“Just be safe. Safe and happy.”
Our destination brakes any further response,
and parked, we sit for a few seconds,
letting our few words wash over us.
“I am.”
Human
Pervert
Wolf
Son
I am all of these.
“Sex thing” or not.
Safe
Happy
helping out artists <3
i have created a furry art blog on tumblr designed to share and promote the artwork of some of the lesser known artists out there.
The blog is designed to advertise artists who aren't getting their deserved attention and hand the spotlight to those who deserve it. ALL posts are credited fully with links to the original image/artist profile meaning that its very easy to begin following their work.
artists can be suggested for a feature via the "ask" button.
it would mean alot to me if you were to follow this blog and hopefully discover some new artists! :)
( be warned, some blog posts will be nsfw )
---> http://littlefurrygreats.tumblr.com/ <---
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Manage GAD First before Giving Up on Relationships
Let me paraphrase this by saying I'm "quite young" as people want to say; just turned 21. But this is a question I've been thinking about for awhile and it's been bugging me.
I've been in a few relationships since I turned 14, and each has turned bad. The first one was toxic from start to finish and was a nightmare in every sense of the word. The second was with my first girlfriend, and it was the best relationship that I had. We were loving and honestly thought we might have a future together beyond high school. We hit college and by the second semester she left because she wanted to "have fun outside of a relationship" and would go on to study abroad.
My third relationship was exceptionally short-term; we broke up within a month after we decided we just didn't fit. The fourth turned sour after I left to study abroad myself and we just couldn't make it work. And all of this has made me wonder if I'm really fit for relationships.
I won't say I'm not an overprotective type; I'm a huge worry wart. I get it from my mother; both of us think the worst out of every situation and always freak when we don't hear from loved ones exactly when we're supposed to. Admittedly, this behavior's driven me to try and have my partners not go out and party or have fun because I'm worried something will happen to them (mugging, assault, rape etc.) and when I don't hear from them for long periods of time I suffer incredible anxiety attacks.
I'm just wondering if I should abandon relationships because of this. It might seem like a mountain out of a molehill situation, but to me it feels like something I can't change. I've tried to relax in relationships and be OK with everything, but I'm just always afraid I'll lose them, and it makes me a toxic person to be around when I can't handle the idea that they're possibly hurt or worse when they could just stay home and be safe. I know they should go out, enjoy life and so on, but I'm so afraid of that accident happening that whenever they do and I'm not around I just can't help but get mad at them for endangering themselves, even if I know the environment is generally safe!
I just can't really figure out what to do, and feel that giving up relationships would benefit people who WOULD want to date me in the future; save them the trouble of putting up with a paranoid ass who'd rather they wither away at home than take chances and go out and have fun.
La V
* * *
Dear La V,
You are suffering from what psychologists call Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD). Instead of giving up any hope for a relationship, what you should do is find treatment for your GAD so that you can then go on to lead a more normal life that includes finding a loving partner.
There are a number of treatments for GAD, ranging from seeking a psychotherapist to prescriptions for Xanax and other medications. You don’t mention seeking treatment in your letter, so I am assuming you have not done so and probably should. There could be a subconscious or unconscious source for your anxiety that is best addressed by a trained therapist.
On top of such treatment, you should do whatever you can to reduce stress in your life. If you have an overly hectic schedule, review it and see what things you can cut out of the schedule to allow yourself some downtime. Also, make sure that you get 7-8 full hours of restful sleep a night. During the day, adopt an exercise routine. Exercise is an amazingly effective way to reduce stress. I recommend activities such as brisk walks, swimming, yoga, or tai chi.
Before doing this, you might also pay a visit to your family doctor. Are you, for instance, taking any medications? Medicines containing amphetamines, hormones, blood pressure meds, and asthma medications all have the potential for causing anxiety as a side effect. A general physical can also tell your doctor if you have any issues that might need addressing (high blood pressure, for instance, or diabetes, or you might have food allergies that can affect your mood).
Furthermore, there are things you can do about your diet to ease anxiety. Foods/nutrients that help ease anxiety include: food rich in B1 and B12 vitamins (beans, leafy greens, beef, pork, chicken, nuts, eggs, and fruits); carb-rich foods (beans, whole grain breads) have serotonin and lift your mood; omega-3 foods, such as fish, which have the added benefit of lowering your risk of heart disease; yogurt, soy, lentils, meats with high protein content. Foods to avoid include anything with aspartame (diet drinks and many other “diet” foods with this artificial sweetener) because aspartame is simply poison that can damage your nervous system, including your brain; caffeinated drinks are also a no-no; anything with a high sugar content (whether regular sugar or high fructose corn syrup; if you need to sweeten something, use honey, especially raw honey, or Stevia [Truvia®]); booze, tobacco, and illicit drugs should be avoided; artificial food coloring, too; processed foods of any kind, including stuff that is boxed, canned, or comes from a fast food place. Basically, the American diet is garbage and is making a lot of people physically, mentally, and emotionally ill.
There is a lot you can do for your GAD, so don’t throw up your hands in despair and believe you are stuck with it. Once you have that under control, you will be better able to enjoy a healthy relationship.
Good Luck!
Papabear
Any artists doing requests?
I would love to get art but I don't have any money so I was wondering if any artists were doing requests?
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hey guys
hey im stuck between to type style of color for reggie could im going post up 4 different picture could you guys help me out
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