Not us getting almost personally offended by the anti-wolf propaganda in Yellowstone (the western soap opera tv show thing, not the national park)

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Not us getting almost personally offended by the anti-wolf propaganda in Yellowstone (the western soap opera tv show thing, not the national park)
As someone with ADHD, I am prone to forget about something that isn't immediately in front of me. This can be an issue in many aspects of life, including things I genuinely care very much about. One easy example is this blog, I know it exists, and I will happily talk about it if brought up, but rarely does the blog occur to me unprompted.
Gracie and I talk about posts together when she has thoughts, but our approach to discussing these topics differs. She is so organized and diligent about approaching everything in life with purpose and tact. When I am excited or engaged, motivation naturally follows. The unfortunate wrinkle is I do not always get a say when I remember or get excited about a topic. Just being aware of this is only the first step.
We talked about it and came up with ideas to try so we can better collaborate on posts. It can take the form of utilizing voice to text on my phone, or creating a shared document we can both edit and see when the other has made comments. Writing has always been difficult because I think faster than I can type or write, and talking helps to focus the noise.
This is one of the many reasons a neurodivergent relationship often requires creative or unique solutions. There are some ways we can’t fundamentally change our brains, even if we would like to. But that doesn’t mean a person has to accept a situation full stop. Our brains are unique, and we should use their strengths to supplement our shortcomings and those of the people we love.
Taylor wrote the words ‘so light me up’ about her light up shoes. This has been a PSA
Listen. Listen.
I will never have kids. I have never wanted children and still staunchly Do Not.
But.
Why do I suddenly, desperately want to have cubs??? Just three little newborn wolf cubs. I don’t know what is wrong with me, but it just feels.., like I should have had them? Like I’m missing something and it’s explicitly *That* in my mind. That I should have been carrying and now raising cubs right now.
But I’m not. I never will. Probably.
Idk mans this is just a wolf-related vent that I’ve really needed to get out, it’s been heavy on me these last few days. Do any of you other therians/nonhumans/etc experience this? Do any other nonhuman alters experience this?
How am I even supposed to cope with this? Does anyone out there have any advice for how to cope with it? Please, just tell me someone else understands, that I’m not (completely) irredeemably a freak of nature.
Lord don’t let this be the day my egg is cracked
Abridged version of Weird Dream Of The Week:
I was trapped in this box-like cement room except it had some glass windows. There were other people in there with me, and we were all burning to death, except we couldn’t die until all the meat was burned away from our bones. Every surface hurt to touch and everyone was panicking. So I started trying to pull their flesh off to help them die faster. I looked out the window but there was a fuckton of zombies out there trying to get in, also burning in the process. I looked down at my hand and it was just skeleton by then. At some point at the end I looked down at the floor and saw just a pile of my own bones
Tfw you want to share your fucked up dreams in the group chat but a quarter of the way in you realize you’re describing something graphic and hellish and probably shouldn’t so you backspace all the way and put it on tumblr instead
Oooohh my god it’s one of those days where I feel like I’m one bad event away from criminal charges
CLEAR 👏 YOUR FUCKING 👏 PLATES 👏👏👏 BEFORE LEAVING THEM ON THE FUCKING SINK COUNTER OH MY GOD
I am this 🤏 this close to mauling my brother and sister in law :) like an enraged chimp
YOURE 47 FUCKING YEARS OLD, I’m 23 I don’t need to clean up after your toddler asses!!! Neither does mom!!! We’re letting you live here for FREE PULL SOME FUCKING WEIGHT
I know this vent sounds delusional I promise I’m not always this unhinged over a few dirty dishes:’) I’m just so fucking tired of it all. At this point dying isn’t enough, someone needs to put me through a wood chipper
I need a hug. And probably some weed.