Bear Stuff

I'm gonna go ahead and tap the sign that says "blocking accounts of people that make you angry is a much better approach to social media than, say, pretending that those people speak for any kind of larger group."

your fursona can be whatever you want btw. the notion of furries as distinct from scalies or other categories is contrived nonsense. your fursona can be a robot or a plant or a natural disaster. it can be a concept. if you wanna get real spicy with it your fursona can just be a regular human person. babe that's a whole simian

the crushing guilt of being unproductive vs the exhaustion of being burned out. fight.

i had three fic ideas.  wrote one.  i still have three fic ideas.  this is not how math is supposed to work.

can this post please back up it’s too close to home

I had five ideas, I wrote two, now I have seven

Listen. They’re called “plot bunnies” for a reason, and it’s not just because they hop around all over your brain demanding attention.

this post walked into my house and kicked in my ribs

For anyone who ever asked me where ideas come from. They creep in and breed when you’re making something else.

reblog for the blessed 100k

This is honest to god one of the few golden thing the undertale fandom has produced

The party is all half human  half other races looking for their shared human parent.

Change your url op

@paperbagrosie

This is like a study in how many expressions three characters can cram into a frame. The last gif is the story an entire life lived in a moment. This gifset describes a heroic journey. Jonathan is briefly wildly excited by the statue’s feet before resigning himself to his fate. Ardeth’s instant transition from drama to annoyance when Rick lights a match on his beard is highly relatable. why did Rick stop the action just to strike a match on a friend’s rugged jaw. how fantastic are Ardeth’s robes. what are their faces doing in the last gif. is anyone in this film capable of doing anything at a normal level with any modicum of focus, or do they all stumble dramatically out of bed in the morning and pick a fight with the floor. Give me more disasters, that’s what I want. more relatable, distractible disasters. not a single one of them can focus on deadly dangers for more than a moment without being distracted by feet, jawlines, banter, books, swishing their clothes and grabbing each other. none of them can hold a torch properly.

‘or do they all stumble dramatically out of bed in the morning and pick a fight with the floor‘ – this question sums up so many of my favorite chaotic dumbass heroes!

This is what the DM hits you with when you try to fuck the monsters

@battlecrazed-axe-mage

I mean it won’t stop me trying tho

This is exactly what I needed today. You must turn on the sound.