Bearclaw. Game Player. Bear Lover.

 Bi Guy just trying to live his life.

[patterns-pets]

Him love frog 💖❣💖💕💖❣💖

[bearclawsnak]

I think my cat spawned for your cat’s fluff, a  wonderful clone!

[tatzelwurming]

giving my nephew the queer eye lego set for his birthday and watching him hold back tears because he knows i’ll make another twitter callout against him for homophobia if he shows any disappointment

[bearclawsnak]

Legitimately bought and built yhis set because it was on sale, a bit tedious to build but fun to look at on a shelf

[bearclawsnak]

My neighbor is an amazing singer

[catchymemes]

Credit: @jackthepoolboy

[quotidianheroics]

I’m sorry followers but this is just incredible

[bearclawsnak]

This has lifeguard in the bathroom vibes

[cruciatus-animus]

This is why I don’t tell 99% people im bisexual

[nudeparrot-deactivated20161109]

I love how gay people do it too. Just… really? You’re literally saying the same shit to bisexuals that straight people say to you, and you don’t see the hypocrisy? 

[asking-ask-deactivated20171227]

If youre biphobic or hate bisexuals, fucking unfollow me, for serious.

[cutestwarlord]

^^^

[sciencemyfiction]

If youre biphobic or hate bisexuals, fucking unfollow me, for serious.

[drudragonrose]

Why is this a thing like really? Homosextual people of ALL beings should understand that you like what you like and if the answer multiple choice then that’s just more love to go around non?

[simlyliving-deactivated20170518]

BY REBLOGGING THIS YOU ARE SAYING THAT YOUR BLOG IS COMPLETELY ACCEPTING OF BI FOLKS!!! BISEXUAL PEOPLE ARE PART OF THE LGBT+ COMMUNITY AND IF YOU DISAGREE, PLEASE UNFOLLOW ME

[emortal-l-deactivated20250308]

BISEXUAL INDIVIDUALS ARE VALID AND LOVED ON THIS BLOG, PASS IT ON!

[justsaya]

BY REBLOGGING THIS YOU ARE SAYING THAT YOUR BLOG IS COMPLETELY ACCEPTING OF BI FOLKS!!! BISEXUAL PEOPLE ARE PART OF THE LGBT+ COMMUNITY AND IF YOU DISAGREE, PLEASE UNFOLLOW ME

[joshuakidd]

I WILL ALWAYS ACCEPT BISEXUAL PEOPLE!!!!

[fixmesoon]

I can’t believe this is a Fucking thing if your like this don’t follow me. I was having a genuinely good day until I say this post, thus ruining my day. I’m bisexual and if you have problem fuck off

[madamemedic]

BI PRIDE

[milkisheere-deactivated20210219]

bi baby !!!!!!!!!

[eisehaus-deactivated20251110]

ALL GENDERS AND ALL SEXUALITIES WELCOME HERE!! That is all. ✌️

[enraged-chihuahua]

im bi. if ur biphobic, unfollow me. ur breathing rights have been revoked

[diaryofanasexual]

My sister is bi and in a straight relationship. Still 100% bi so STFU. biphobes can 100% fuck off.

[ichor-and-blood]

Biphobes, fucking fight me.

[kiame-sama]

Bi people are still bi even in a straight relationship.

[femmewillbyers]

Fucking Biphobes.

[tapiiocca-moved-deactivated2021]

im bi so any biphobes who even breathe on my posts will instantly be obliterated

[emeraudesfateandfandoms]

the fuck is that?

ALL GENDERS AND SEXUALITY ARE VALID.

WE CAN LOVE AND BE LOVED AND BE WHO WE WANNA BE.

the nerve of these assholes-

[worthikids]

Jason & Friends

[bearclawsnak]

I love the idea of Jason talking in ASL and just being a generally nice guy.

[bearclawsnak]

Dodo Code for my island is CR70T!  Come shop and explore, Please be nice to the flowers ad water them!

[awesome-picz]

Teacher Stumbles Upon Baby Bears ‘Dancing’ In Finland Forest, Thinks He’s Imagining It.

[iamoutofideas]

time to jack this fucking house

[maria-aegyptiaca]

pareidolias

[sloppystyle]

[bearclawsnak]

Or it could just be ancient spirits checking in on us.

[nonbinary-adhd]

i feel like everyone w adhd has at least one specific sensory experience that just straight up makes them emotionally cringe and have like… a sensory afterimage. like when i scratch holographic cards the wrong way i can feel it in my fingers for the next 20 minutes and bros that shit SUCKS who gave holographic cards the right to be that outright AWFUL….

[nonbinary-adhd]

i love this post and seeing all the replies so heres the top 10 most hated sensory experiences according to the notes:

velvet

chalk

wooden popsicle sticks

nails on paper

pencil wood on paper

nails on fabric

accidentally scraping ur teeth together

styrofoam

paper rubbing together

wool

[pterodactuality]

For your consideration: dusty basketball

[lordriddler]

When someone pushes down on a marker too hard makes me want to crawl out of my skin

[kenais-posts]

GOD SCRAPING YOUR TEETH IS THE WORST

[bearclawsnak]

The sound of nail files. I can't do it

[ir0nycunt]

Message me 1 thing you want to know about me.

[officialsteampoweredgiraffe]

HOT ON THE TRAIL

STEAM POWERED GIRAFFE

[modusmumbles]

It’s fantastic!! patiently waiting for it to be available to buy :)

[officialsteampoweredgiraffe]

It is available now to purchase from our store for $1! :)

https://www.spgiraffestore.com/collections/singles-covers

[bearclawsnak]

This song kinda speaks to me

[astrodickology]

I love hearing about the vibes I give off cause I honestly have no idea

[astrodickology]

Anonymously message me what vibes I give off and why you think that

[elphabagranger]

Ooh same for me! I wanna know what my vibes are.

[fridaybear]

Black Friday? More like BLACK FRIDAY BEAR. Happy Friday, pals. Make it a good one.

[bearclawsnak]

Character Backround I wrote for DND

Bix grew up in a small changeling village that worshiped The Traveler. It was a small farming village very far from any large city. Bix always had found books to be a wonderful thing. Of the few books that were in this small village, his favorite was a book called "Basic Guide to Crafting" which was brought to him by his older brother who would travel from town to town gathering supplies for the village. He would study this book from cover to cover and found he had a knack for it and would craft small things on his free time. At the age of 8 all changelings had to present thier first Personas at the altar of the church under the vision of The Traveler. Bix found it hard find his Personas like all the other children had. He approached the altar and stood there, un able to present one. The priest looked down on him and told him he was not welcome in the church anymore. Downtrodden, he went to go home but his parents would not let him enter. They were disappointed that he was not able to follow the traditions. His brother was the only one in the village who would still speak to him. He told Bix of a Guildleader. A crafter. One who could teach him how to tinker and craft. Someone who would accept him and help him craft his personas. His brother gave him a cloak, a blank mask, and a little pocket gold then sent him on his way. He found himself wandering alongside a group of merchants who were traveling towards the guild. He kept his face hidden by the mask so people would not find out he was a changeling. Although people from his village were taught to be open about who they were he did not want to be looked down apon. He reached the Guild hall and he was immediatly hit by the smell of oil and the sound of metal clanging. He found his new home. He entered the guild and he was greeted by the barkeep who asked him why was there. He simply held out a worn and beaten up book. It was the book his brother had given him years ago. The barkeep chuckled and called for the Guild Leader. Down the stairs came an old elven women with silver hair and wrinkles under her eyes. She looked at the young hooded boy hiding his face and told him to show her his true self. He tooked of his mask and hood and he had tears in his eyes. She kneeled down and wiped his eyes and said, "So, you are a fan of my book?" Over the years Bix was taught to work with all sorts of tools by his new teacher, the Guild Leader of the Crafter's Guild the Gearsmiths, named Syllia. He sooned devolped his first persona. As he would huddle around his desk tinkering with his tools he began to take on the form of an Elven woman with long blonde hair. He was slim figured with toned muscles and alabaster skin. He had turned into a younger version of his teacher. He could work and work and work on his projects for hours and go days without sleep working on them. He would craft all sorts of gadgets and gizmos to improve the lives of others. His creations sometimes even seemed to move with a life of thier own. His teacher knew what was happening. She knew he had a gift for magic. The type of magic that breathed life into the inanimate. She knew he was destined to be an artificer. She suggested that Bix should travel to another guild to learn how to focus his magic. She knew the guild leader at a mages guild towards the south of the kingdom. She gave him an engraved set of Tinker's Tools and set him on his way. Bix took the tools and fashioned them onto a necklace he wears around his neck so they would be within reach at all times. On his way to the mages guild he stayed in his Persona of the elven woman. He called this persona Bix-With-The-Golden-Hair and referred to himself as such in his travels. He found his way to the Mage's Guild and saw a sign that said "Faerie's Breath". He entered the guild and caught the eyes of an old Dwarf. The dwarf ran up to him and started shouting "Syllia! Syllia! Is that you? You look so young! What happened?" Bix appologized and said he was not her and began to explain what had happened. The dwarven man listened intensly and crossed his arm telling Bix that he had come to the right place. He grinned and introduced himself as Orolim, leader of the mage's guild. Orlim helped Bix find his magical spark. The source of his magic and the type of magic he could use. It was soon found out that he found out he was proficient with healing magic and magic that would support others. Magic did not come as easily to him as tinkering did. He soon crafted a second persona while practicing his new craft. He began to take on the form of a stout male dwarf with a bushy black beard and olive skin. He called this Persona Bix-With-The-Bushy-Beard. While learning magic he also tinkered with a new creation. A companion for his travels. He created a mechanical hound out of steel and oil then used his magic into breath life into it. He had found himself now with a loyal companion for life. While working with his gadets at the mage's guild he overheard a conversation. A new kingdom had appeared seemingly out of nowhere and that they had a Fighting Guild led by a strong brawler and people were traveling to see he kingdom and the guild. Of all the things Bix had learned fighting was not one of them. He was excited to learn something new. He traveled with a group of gnomish merchants headed to the new kingdom who were in seek of trade. He was taught by them the basics of haggling and deals and even thier language. He enjoyed his time with the Gnomes who even accepted his true form, giving him the courage to walk around openly in it without hiding his face. His true form after he had not been in it for quite a few years was revealed to be a sleek male form with shoulder length silver hair, sleek white skin, and shimmering colorless eyes. He was proud of who he was. As he entered the village he rushed to the guild where he met a young human man training outside with a warhammer. The man was startled at first by Bix's form but soon welcomed him with open arms and motioned him inside. Once inside he encountered a very rowdy environment. In the center of the room there were people swarming around a table. At the table there was a drinking contest. One man fell after another and the victor was a mountain of a man. He stood up from the table and laughed then caught a glimpse of Bix. The large man seemed intruiged by Bix's appearance and approached to him. Bix shyly waved and the man grabbed his hand with alot of strength and introduced himself as Beren, Leader of the guild, and welcomed him to the guild. He trained alongside the man who had initially greeted him soon becoming fast friends. They would spar together, work out together, eat together, and sleep in the same hall. One day the man told Bix he had to go on a mission. Bix understood and said his goodbyes as the man traveled onward. Bix heard nothing from his friend for about a month's time. One day as Bix was training, Beren approached him with a sad look on his face. Bix asked him what was wrong and Beren quietly handed him a weapon covered in a cloth. Bix uncovered the weapon and found it to be his friend's. Beren explained that his friend had fallen in combat and this was all they could recover. Bix began to cry and Beren set a hand on his shoulder. Through's his pain Bix's body began to warp and morph as he formed a new Persona. He had shifted to look like an exact copy of his fallen friend. This new Persona was called Bix-The-Fallen-Fighter. He looked up at Beren and gritted his teeth then demanded that Beren train him personally. Beren agreed on one condition. Beren had confided in Bix. Beren was feeling the wounds of his battles for the kingdom weigh down on him. He told Bix of his travels and his companions and then told him he wanted Bix to take his place. Bix would inherit the guild and join his party of companions after Beren was done training him to do so. Beren would teach the ways of combat and the flow of a battlefield. Bix was not very strong but he was very smart. He learned to use his gift of magic and his intelligence to flow through the battlefield with grace and attack his enemies with the magic that flowed through him. As he battled he would also harness his magic to support his companions. Healing them and giving them new strength. Beren felt he was ready. Ready to fight. Ready to travel. Ready to take his place. Bix gathers his things and his mechanical companion, and with a glance at the hammer of his friend and the book given to him by his brother many years ago he had seen how much he had grown and traveled forth to meet his new party and start his new adventure.

[rafawriter]

[chadzia-deactivated20180101]

the fun part is trying to figure out what everyone in the notes’ real names are

[mayplantstarrwaters]

Sup im Elm 😂😂

[bearclawsnak]

Aadlnr or Mmoty or Ahmost

[ubercharge]

i showed my friend the sun bears from that post and he was like “what about moon bears” and there IS in fact a type of bear nicknamed the moon bear and fuckingh nothing could’ve prepared me for the images

large. wide. sit.