I Drew A Bunch Of Silly Stuff With My Werewolf Woman And Decided To Gather It One Post. Sometimes You

the women of america were once promised that butch dykes would be lurking in all corners of society, ready to corrupt our minds and turn us all gay. what ever happened to that. where are the butches uncle sam.

stop calling me "my fragile little flower" or "my beautiful delicate pet" im literally going for a glass cannon build. i can one shot most adults

"IF GENDER IS WHAT'S IN MY PANTS, THEN I AM A ROCKET" (They might never figure it out)

Character so good one half of the fandom thinks they’re ftm and the other thinks they’re mtf

the doctor emotionally monologuing at the daleks and then it cutting to shots like this is one of my favorite parts of dw

I don't play first person shooters much but videos like this are delightful.

additional witchish tip:

Eat a lit candle to ensure no hex can undo the powers of the card

Witch tip::

Eat a tarot card to gain its powers

My youtube decided to be funny today

A forgotten textile craft indeed

I just had a long conversation about stuffed animals with my boyfriend, and I got to thinking about how I feel about my own stuffed animals. The very oldest of them are two bears, two rabbits, and a cat. I got them at seperate times before I turned 6. They're all worn, faded, and some threads have come out, but they have the most love put into them of any stuffed animals I've had. I had carried each of them everywhere for a time, and I'm still extremely protective of them.

My partner's mother took a large amount of his stuffed animals and trashed them, the horrible woman. Every single one that she considered worn, old, or dirty, was simply thrown in the garbage. She trashed almost all of his oldest stuffed animals, including his favorites. I gave him one of my bears- roger- as a gift, and that was really hard. I can only imagine what he feels about losing all of his.

I think almost all our stuff can be viewed through the lens of: wear = love, stuffed animals especially so. They're made to be loved, they're made to cuddle, they're made to comfort. I don't think his mother meant to hurt him, she just saw them as gross, but viewing something damaged as less worthy of the love it was made for is just cruel.

Skyrim mods becoming too immersive