(clenches Fist) Theyre In Love

hiya, don't know where else to throw this but. recently realized that being referred to in a plural way is,,, very nice,, (using we, being called darlings and puppies by those close to me (us?)) and this has been really interesting to feel and experience, especially since I had already been using we occasionally for a while before hand? talking to myself too but idk how unique that is to plurality..

this is a bit of a ramble but point is; very unsure, don't know if any of this means anything, and don't know how to find out if it does. need to do something to try and figure that out so; why not throw this here...?

oh we had 100% started sometimes using "we" or other plural language about ourself before we figured out we were plural lol

and you're 100% allowed to experiment with that stuff or ask friends to use it for you if it feels good. regardless of if that leads to a plural self-conception down the line.

being plural? awesome

being a singlet but using plural pronouns and shit? awesome

like. it probably means something. being referred to in ways that gesture at multiplicity feeling good probably means that reflects some way you are, or want to be treated or percieved. but it's yours to explore and decide the degree to which that does/doesn't change how many people all of you think you are.

So uh….some dude apparently recreated Adobe Photoshop feature-for-feature, for FREE, and it runs in your browser.

Anyway, fuck Adobe, and enjoy!

someone: "man, I wish I was plural. It'd be nice to take all the different attitudes to things I have and give them names and let them have opinions about eachother and stuff"

us:

#robot girls

🎶 "Soldier, Poet, King" now playing 🎶

she probably just played it on her built-in music player (while quietly humming to it hehe), she just loooove spreading the DnD vibes around the cafe. Also I just remember that I haven't draw Vel inside her work place yet so behold. Also featuring her new jacket hehe :3

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Asking a girl if she wants to make out and she nods excitedly then turns her head for you to kiss her cheek.

Don't forget!

Me starting to copy the random noises my friends make

like if you’re reblogging shit like this you’re obviously a transmisogynist. this is such an obvious gamergate level strawman. even if the person holding this value actually exists (& i don’t doubt this is a misrepresentation) it would be pretty easy to ignore them instead of saying something on the level of, “look how far the trans community has fallen, trans women used to be ACTIVISTS and now all they are is annoying bitches”. It’s the exact same joke as when antifeminists argue that the feminists of old had REAL things to argue about — like employment! and voting! — but now they all just complain about people sitting funny on the bus. It’s a blatantly sexist & antifeminist strawman.

and to top this all off, it's tagged as "transandrophobia". like we're apparently supposed to laugh at the (probably fictional) trans girl being shit-talked in the original post, but simultaneously meant to consider "being told you can't have a blahaj because that's trans girl culture" as a serious example of bigotry against trans men? that's a pretty obvious double standard!

The Parable of the Wolf

On a fine spring day, an errant young Wolf wandered away from his pack and, in a sunny forest glade, encountered a Hunter.

"Please don't kill me!" said the Wolf, as the Hunter raised his gun. "I'm not here to hurt you!"

"I don't believe you," replied the Hunter. "Everyone knows that wolves are vile, dangerous creatures. You have claws that rip and tear - how can I possibly trust you?"

"If I pull out my claws," said the Wolf, "will you let me go?"

"Of course," said the Hunter. "Why would I lie to you?"

One by one, the Wolf pulled out his claws. The Hunter watched with a lazy smirk, and when the Wolf was done, he lowered his gun.

"I believe you now," said the Hunter. "You're free to go."

"Thank you!" said the Wolf, who tottered home on bloody paws and told his pack of the Hunter's benevolence. "It's only clawed wolves that the hunters don't like," he said. "So long as we remove them, we'll never be shot." And though some wolves disagreed with this, the most fearful of them listened, and soon a third of the pack was clawless.

A month went by, and in due course, the young Wolf found himself once more alone in the forest. A twig cracked behind him, and when he turned, there was the Hunter, his shiny gun at the ready.

"Wait!" said the Wolf. "I've got no claws, remember? I'm not dangerous!."

"I'd like to believe you," the Hunter said, "but last week, I heard that a little girl was mauled by something with big, sharp teeth, and your teeth look pretty sharp to me."

"If I pull out my teeth," said the Wolf, "will you let me go?"

"Of course," said the Hunter. "Why would I lie to you?"

One by one, the Wolf pulled out his teeth. The Hunter watched with silent intent, and when the Wolf was finished, he let his gun droop low.

"I can see you're a well-behaved pup," said the Hunter. "Go, be on your way."

"Thank you!" said the Wolf, and lolloped home, his jaws dripping blood, to tell the pack of the Hunter's caution. "Something with fangs has committed a terrible crime," he said. "So long as we don't look like them, we'll never be mistaken for monsters." And though the eldest wolves exchanged worried looks, the younger ones listened, and soon a third of the pack was toothless, too.

Another month went by, until one day, drinking at his favourite part of the river, the Wolf realised he wasn't alone, and raised his head to see the Hunter walking towards him, his gun once more at the ready.

"This stream is in my territory," the Wolf said, panicked and puzzled. "What are you doing here? I have neither claws nor teeth, and pose no possible threat to you."

"You don't, it's true," said the Hunter, "but many among your pack have both teeth and claws. How am I to trust your good intentions when you associate with such creatures?"

"If I chased away the toothed and clawed members of my pack," said the Wolf, "will you no longer be afraid of me?"

"Of course," said the Hunter. "Why would I lie to you?"

"I'll do it, then," said the Wolf, and when the Hunter gave the nod, he hurried back to his pack, assembled all the obedient wolves, and told them what had to be done. Though some were troubled by the Hunter's presence in their territory, they all agreed it made no sense to have sacrificed their claws and teeth while still associating with those who hadn't - after all, their stance was a principled one, and what good was principle if it wasn't firmly applied? With that, they banded together to chase the other wolves away, and when they were finished, more than a third of the pack was gone.

His task achieved, the Wolf returned to the river, where the Hunter was patiently waiting, and told him the good news.

"It's done!" he said. "The only wolves left are those without claws, or those without teeth, or those without both, like me."

"I'm glad to hear it," said the Hunter. "I hope the others didn't give you too much trouble?"

"Some of them snapped at us, it's true," said the Wolf, "and others swiped at us with their claws. It was frightening; I understand now why you were afraid."

"That's good," said the Hunter, and tipped his hat as he strolled back the way he'd come.

That night, as the remaining wolves lay sleeping, the Hunter and his fellows snuck up on the den and started shooting. The Wolf awoke in terror and confusion to the sound of gunshots and the howls of his dying friends. Desperately, he tried to fight back, but his toothless jaws found no grip on the limbs of the hunters, and his clawless paws left not a dent in their sturdy coats. All too soon, he was knocked to the ground, and as he lay there, panting in fear, the Hunter came and stood over him.

"Why are you doing this?" cried the Wolf. "I did everything you asked!"

The Hunter shrugged. "At the end of the day, a wolf's a wolf. We never could've trusted you."

Horrified, the Wolf asked, "Then why did you have us pull out our claws and remove our teeth and chase away our friends?"

"Because you were strong together," came the reply. "Like this, you're weak."

"But you said you weren't afraid of us!" begged the Wolf.

The Hunter smiled, and sighed, and raised his gun. "Oh, little pup," he said, "this was never about fear. Why would I lie to you?" And before the Wolf could answer, he pulled the trigger.