When I forget I was cursed with instant testicular torsion after vocalizing numbers of memetic significance

It's ok to not feel ok.
It's ok if your antlers haven't grown in yet.
It's ok if you can't shape-shift into a raven.
It's ok if you haven't haunted the night for a while.
I know you're doing your best, and that's all any of us can do right now.

4 frame comic. 1st is the silhouette of two podcaster. Text reads In a world where trans people's dignity, humanity, and existence are subject to debate, every trans suicide is a murder. 2 is a silhouette of a swimmer. Text reads In a world where trans people aren't allowed to participate in their community, every trans suicide is a murder. 3 shows Gavin Newsom. Text reads In a world where trans people are thrown under the bus because their rights aren't considered a "winning issue", every trans suicide is a murder. 4 shows Lia Smith. Text reads In a world where trans people have to fight every instant of their life simply to have the right to live in peace, every trans suicide is a murder.

Say it with me.

I have a lot, but think about this one often

OMG YOU'RE DRIZZT DO'URDEN!!

and a huge hecking thanks to @strelkacrux.bsky.social and @thorncrux.bsky.social for their work in this mighty endeavor!

WORMS WORMS WORMS WORMS WORMS WORMS WORMS

a two tone gray striped fuzzy worm with a hair floof, one purple eye and one green eye. it has a spiraly green stripes in its midsection and it's drinking from a box labled "dumb worm juice" with a silly straw. the text "sssiip..." is placed above the head and the woerms cheeks are poofed out to indicate drinking. the image is colored and softly shaded and sits on a simple painted galaxy backdrop.

I don't have much reach here but if anyone got any pictures and videos from the fuzzy worm meet and wiggle at #denfur2025 I would LOVE to see them!

I was so overhwhelmed with the turnout that I didn't take any, thank you all so much for such an amazing time!

#denfur #worm

Why should I write better when a machine can do it for me? Because actually no one can do it for you, because your voice is unique among all the people on earth. Siri never petted a horse's neck. Alexa has never been ghosted by the captain of the football team. But you have lived, your heart is beating, you have suffered, and you have something important to say. It's a human's job, to use words, and whatever job you give to a machine, that part of your brain goes dark. Maybe it's worth it when it comes to remembering phone numbers and directions, but when that part of your brain that uses words goes dark, that's a vast area that's very close to your soul. Don't let some internet platform convince you that what you have to say and create isn't worthwhile. Words are the echo of your soul. Honing that echo matters.

this iconic advertising copywriter named Kathy Hepinstall Parks died over the weekend and I wanted to share something from her website I thought Bluesky would like

the only reason that everyone isn't an artist is because of all those thousands of hours spent drawing, painting, etc, trying to improve - I've always believed that anyone can become good at it, provided they put in the hours - the real "natural talent" is the perservence, not the skills

a person is petting a blue stuffed whale on a bed Alt: a person is petting a blue stuffed whale on a bed

Hey, do something for me, okay? Tell your favourite trans folks you appreciate 'em, whoever they might be, friends, family, artists/musicians/writers/creators of all stripes, whatever. Go tell something nice, I think we can all use it right now.

صورة لانس الششريف و اولاده

This is my last will and testament. If these words of mine reach you, know that Israel has succeeded in killing me and silencing my voice. First of all, may the peace, mercy, and blessings of God be upon you. God knows that I have exerted all my effort and strength to be a support and voice for my people, ever since I openeo my eyes to life in the alleys and neighborhoods of Jabalia refugee camp. I had hoped that God would prolong my life so that I could return with my family and loved ones to our original hometown of occupied Ashkelon (al-Majdal). But God's will was greater, and His judgment is binding. I lived the pain in all its details, and I tasted the pain and loss repeatedly, and despite that, I never hesitated to convey the truth as it is, without falsification or distortion. May God be a witness against those who remained silent and those who accepted our killing, and those who held our breath and whose hearts were not moved by the remains of our children and women, and who did not stop the massacre that our people have been subjected to for more than a year and a half. I commend to you Palestine, the jewel in the crown of Muslims, and the heartbeat of every free person in this world.

I commend to you its people and its oppressed young children, who did not have time to dream and live in sa 2/3 and peace. Their pure bodies were crushed by thousands of tons of Israeli bombs and missiles, torn apart, and their remains were scattered on the walls. I advise you not to be silenced by restrictions, nor to be held back by borders. Be bridges towards liberating the country and its people, so that the sun of dignity and freedom may shine on our usurped country. I recommend my family to you. I commend to you the apple of my eye, my beloved daughter Sham, whom I did not get to see grow up as I had dreamed. I commend to you my dear son Salah, for whom I wish to be a support and companion until he grows strong, takes away my burden, and completes the mission. I commend to you my beloved mother, through whose prayers I have reached this point, whose prayers have been my fortress and whose light has guided my path. I pray to God to comfort her heart and reward her on my behalf.

I also commend to you my lifelong companion, my beloved wife, Umm Salah Bayan, whom the war separated from us for many days and months, but who remained faithful to the covenant, steadfast like an olive trunk that does not bend, patient and content, and who carried the trust in my absence with all strength and faith. I advise you to rally around them and support them after God Almighty. If I die, I die steadfast in my principles, and I call God to witness that I am satisfied with His judgment, believe in meeting Him, and certain that what is with God is better and more lasting. O God, accept me among the martyrs, forgive me for my past and future sins, and make my blood a light that illuminates the path of freedom for my people and my family. Forgive me if I have fallen short, and pray for mercy for me, for l have kept my promise and have neither changed nor altered. Don't forget Gaza... Do not forget me in your prayers for forgiveness and acceptance. Anas Jamal Al-Sharif 06.04.2025

🇵🇸Translation of Anas’s last testament:

Read every word and feel it

Anas was the voice and eye of Gaz@, Anas was a father, a journalist who did his job with pride, Anasa always risked his life to deliver the truth to everyone, Anasa did everything to deliver what is happening to his people,

"They go to SEX CLUBS and pretend to be DOGS!"

Yeah well you go to church every Sunday and pretend to be a good person

“Once men turned their thinking over to machines in the hope that this would set them free. But that only permitted other men with machines to enslave them.”

― Frank Herbert, Dune

Five panels to tell a story. Left to right , top then bottom. Panel one, General Martok of the Klingon Empire asks "What's wrong boy?" Panel two some young people say "He's sad because his dog died." Panel three is Martok again saying "Then you must be brave and live an honorable life, so that one day, you will see your dog again, in Sto'vo'kor". Panel 4 is the young people asking "Do dogs go to Sto'vo'kor?" Panel 5 is Martok saying "There will be more of them than there are of us"

I felt this needed to be spread around again.

My wormies from @nannermilkcreates.bsky.social arrived today!! They're exploring and settling into their new home and already seem to be integrating with the other woerms~

An anthro gray wolf-dog with a black and white striped tail and star markings and curled lavender horns, smoking a cigarette while sitting on a brick rooftop as the sun sets. They're wearing all black - tripp pants, hoodie and a my chemical romance shirt and a purple hat, and are straight chillin' fun fact i own that shirt irl. its a good shirt.

Trying to post more - recent pic I did of my Lusthound Starfall~
emo pup smoking on the roof

Lusthounds are a 21+ toyhouse species/arpg currently in beta phase ^.^

🦎🦉

Ten years ago today, the Supreme Court made it possible for couples like Brad and me to marry in every corner of this country. It was a moment we never thought we’d live to see and one we’ll never take for granted.

"I asked ChatGPT" "I asked Grok" ok well I asked Gandalf and he said he has not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm

“Dino-sore”

I'm trying so hard not to go doomer mode about something ultimately so silly but it's wild getting such a clear and hard reminder that this is really just us vs them. The power structures in place will not protect us. I saw a photo of a shitty taco and I saw an ugly future

a screenshot of a submission to the new yorker cartoon caption contest. the cartoon depicts a couple of anthropomorphic cats in a furniture store where all of the furniture is damaged in various ways. a salescat speaks to the couple. the caption reads: we believe that we are broken. perfect creations made imperfect through our pain. but what if we're wrong. what if perfection itself is a flaw. a failure to truly Become. what if our damage is who we are. anyway, this one is easily 227,000 years old

A purple crux X with yellow stripes, wearing a cone of shame, is being verbally accosted by a purple & white fennec who is very smol.

What did Llewellyn eat this time?
#art #furryart

Wonder Showzen knew what was coming

“NSFW” art of a plushie character standing on their hind legs on an office chair to reach a bone placed on a shelf.

enjoy this NSFW art <3
#furryart #pillowings

A purple cat spray painting the words “do good stuff DONT GET CAUGHT” surrounded by eyes and the text “nobody needs to know it was you

ART CANNOT BE CSEM/CSAM, ART HAS NO FUCKING VICTIM.

as an actual fucking csa survivor i find that shit incredibly insulting. icky art =/= actual abuse, and as much as you try to conflate them one IS actually objectively worse than the other.

antis, man...

If you, any hypothetical you reading this, EVER refers to drawings as CSEM i am going to track you down and pour fox pee in all of your shrubs

dont water these terms down.

If you are an FBI agent reading this status, this is a joke.

I cannot believe I just had to read that shit with my own eyes