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My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in. You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl 🌙

In the spirit of ancient festival of Lupercalia & this blessed time of year where all the woodland animals have began to roam/breed this wolf finds himself pondering over how much he would delight in sinking his teeth into the flesh of a bunny boy & eating him~ in some form or another~ 🐇🖤

#ftm trans #primal kink #primal play #canine therian #wolf #mask kink #t4t

the-big-dog

Look at this. So utterly joyful. No worries, just running with the pack with the grass under your paws and the sun on your back and the wind in your fur. I hope I have this one day.

wolf-of-the-graves

"Normal people don't sniff/bite their friends out of affection" ok mom, and I'm clearly not normal people 😒

horsefigureoftheday

Horse figure of the day: Windstone Editions #803-Jet Mother Unicorn – Jet Black

do2faj

Quick sketch of my whiny wet sewer man as a small break from commissions and finals

etcstims

This noble weevil | source

unfavorableinstigation

Growing up, my brother and I deeply dreaded going shoe shopping. It took hours, especially if it was for winter boots. My dad would examine the stitching, the brand reliability, the temperature recommendations, every piece of information he could get his hands on, and then when he'd finally found the right brand, it was on to making absolutely dead sure they fit properly - he had a particular way of poking the toe of the boot to ensure our foot was where it was supposed to be that always drove me nuts. This was always on a weekend, and it was about the worst punishment we could imagine.

Years later, I found out that he'd spent his entire childhood on the Canadian prairies with cold feet. My grandmother just bought whatever boots looked like the best value, regardless of whether they'd keep anyone warm. They'd kept him from frostbite, probably, but never, ever comfortable.

The reason my grandmother never had a thought about this was because she was buying her kids real boots. There was a sort of magical quality about real, purpose-made boots that meant that of course they'd work, because when she was growing up on the Canadian prairies, they had the kind of no money that meant you just stuffed some newspaper into your shoes and soldiered on.

The last pair of winter boots my dad bought for me was 15 years ago, in preparation for a three-month stint living in northern Quebec in midwinter. They cost $200 then, or something like it. I've worn them every year since, driving out to the remotest locations on the Canadian prairies and never once thinking about my feet.

When I read the Vimes Boots Theory for the first time, it rang a bell that reverberated back three generations.

faggibal

happy pride everyone, who wants to celebrate it with me by having nasty t4t gay sex and stuffing a strap so deep into my holes i forget how to speak

ghostdogwithteeth

cornbelt

oldjewelryfeed

RENÉ LALIQUE ART NOUVEAU MOONSTONE HORN ENAMEL 18 KARAT YELLOW GOLD ANTIQUE STAG BEETLE NECKLACE

coffeefocusrat

you're just mad because you're hungry and tired and your legs hurt and you head hurts and you're too hot and you have depression

neighhhh

PSA to always groom/preen yourself for ticks after you've been in a forest/grassy area, especially if deer live around there!! they can transmit Lyme disease, which can result in some serious long-term health issues if not treated efficiently.

they can hide under fur and feathers and wedge between scales, and they tend to like crevices on the body. stay safe everyone!!