HTTYD/Pokéblog. Eternally grounded for instigating sadness about things involving dads and dragons. Better than being eternally dead, I guess. Birds are pretty neat. I write songs about the weekend, growing up, and losing friends. The world is only as.dark as you decide...
so youre telling me that some asshole can just throw together meaningless shit and get notes and attention yet when i put actual thought into the things i say nothing happens i am so fucking done with this bullshit god damn fuck
I am SO sorry for the late reply, anon – but thank you so much for this. I appreciate it more than you know. I hope life has treated you kindly <3 Things have been up and down for me, but mostly amazing. Thank you again!
I kinda hope the anon who sent me this follows me because I want them to know that I think about this post a lot. It was sent at a time when I really, really needed it and I’m thankful for it to this day. <3
The skull of the Chinese Water Deer is one of the most iconic skulls out there.
Like many small Asian deer species, it does not have antlers. Instead the males fight each other with their extremely sharp tusks, slashing at rivals with downward head swings.
When not actively shanking others, the tusks can be folded back slightly., so they don’t interfere with eating.
I was thinking about all of my old BOTGD thread titles and how I ruined State Champs for myself by using their titles and lyrics and I get in my truck for the ONE SONG I ripped off most to be the one to play first on shuffle. It’s fate.
I just wanted to sugest that this great fursuiter be featured here. I have spent hours reading through all his amazing fursuit stories on FA and I dont think anyone can be a better role model for the fandom than this guy. http://www.furaffinity.net/user/dogbomb/
We looked through their page, and they do indeed seem like a wonderful suiter! We highly recommend checking them out. Here’s a very sweet story that we particularly liked.
People have commented that they admire my courage for fursuiting in public. I have never felt particularly courageous. If you want a study in real courage, look no further than Sarah.
Another random fursuit outing found me ambling along the pier, giving happy paws to the tourists and enjoying the sea breeze. As the crowds parted to make way for the upright canine, a young lady in a wheelchair caught my attention. Unable to speak, or even wave for that matter, she used her beautiful eyes to lure me over.
She was alone in her chair, body twisted and lacking in coordination, betraying its owner with a vengeance. She was bereft of speech, couldn’t hold a pen and lacked the motor skills to write if she could, yet when I held her hand in my paw, her eyes danced. They spoke volumes.
I spent the better part of half an hour in this angel’s company. She felt my claws and leaned her head against my fur. We watched the throngs hurry past, the waves wash over the shore and the gulls shriek and take flight. A peaceful island in a sea of activity.
Eventually, she released my paw and made a motion with her head. It was time for me to bid farewell. I gave her shoulder a pat and I saw that terrific smile flash across her face. I felt calm and blessed by her company.
As I continued up the pier, a women in a grey sweater fell in step beside me. “Thank you for spending time with Sarah,” she said. “She really loves dogs but doesn’t get the chance to interact with them very often. A talking dog will be the highlight of her week.”
She went on to explain that Sarah was born with cerebral palsy, a condition that effects how the brain is able to control muscle function. The kicker is that Sarah’s mind is in full swing. She possess a blooming intellect, but is held hostage by her own body.
Her story is inspiring. Even though she requires care around the clock, and she is unable to perform the most basic of tasks for herself, she always finds a way to bring joy to her caregivers. She will somehow pluck a flower, hide it under her jacket, and present it at an opportune moment. She gives random kisses and hugs. Her favorite phrase is “I love you.” She never fails to say thank you with her eyes.
To assert a level of independence over her life, Sarah occasionally requests to be left alone in a public setting. Her mom gives her that latitude by watching over her from a safe distance, ready to intervene should the need arise, but also letting Sarah exist on her own merits. Later, she will preserve the moments in a journal, her mom writing and reading aloud while Sarah directs the words with a nod of her head or a touch of her hand.
She has been on a train trip across Canada. Hobnobbed with celebrities. Participated in whale watching excursions. She has touched so many hearts, including the one beating inside my fursuit covered chest.
So I went on my way, absorbing hugs and high fives, questions and pictures, while Sarah sat alone in her wheelchair, a prisoner in her own body, that amazing smile still dazzling, all but ignored by her peers.
I think we all know who the brave one is.
I will continue fursuiting because it facilitates truly magical moments like my meeting with Sarah. I am a better person/dog because of the brief time I was granted with her.
If you are lucky enough to have the opportunity to interact with someone like Sarah, I recommend that you embrace the moment. You will be come away far richer because of it.
Everyone deserves respect…and the chance to chat with a giant dog.
Dogbomb was one of the best, if not THE best, suiters I’ve ever seen. Though he was only an acquaintance from many years ago, his passing yesterday still hurts my heart, but I am so thankful that he is no longer in pain. Thank you for everything, Tony. We love you.
imagine like. getting married and then moving into your home together. going to bed bath and beyond. getting a nice toaster. ah, love. one day…..
…and then never using the toaster, throwing it out, and a week later having to go out and buy a new toaster because your husband sporadically wants toast after three years of NEVER USING IT
