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Original poster deactivated 15’th of January 2018

I feel like a female bird

a squirrel or perhaps a cardinal posted this

Hello non-American therian. I am an American therian. I notice aspects of your identity don't perfectly line up with my superior & Americentric compartmentalization of identities, behaviors, and moral vs immoral acts. I'll have you know I've made these up in my head over my years of American brainwashing, so they are very important to me. Instead of acknowledging that we may have harmless cultural differences between us, I am going to accuse you of bastardizing the therian label and try to imply that you're faking your identity or have gotten it wrong in some way. If you call me out, then I'll call you racist. What? No, I'm white as snow! No, you've just indicated in your pinned post that you're from one of those racist lard-eating ex-soviet countries, so you're probably racist anyways. I am a good person btw.

I’m so privileged that I don’t understand this post. But I’m nosy. Can someone pls explain?

Growing up, older folks would always get confused when I expressed familiarity with media from their childhoods and would act incredulous when I attempted to explain the concept of reruns. They'd be like "How do you, a child of this fallen era, know of Looney Tunes" and I'd be like "Because it has never not been playing on television" and this would seem to be brand new information to them

Because my nieces don’t know what one direction is for example. Or Hannah Montana. Or Jonas Brothers. So it’s weird when you do know smth

Reblog and write in the tags what's on your wallpaper

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

Victor Frankenstein after achieving the impossible and building a fucking person from scraps of the dead: Oh god, ew, ew it's ugly! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew! Ew! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew!

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