If anyone cares, I'm sorry to my mutuals for not keeping communication going during the times I'm away from this blog
I really do have a very busy life and I already struggle to juggle the relationships I have both irl and online, and I just wanna make clear that I really do *like* talking to you guys, and I honestly mean what I say when I say I think y'all are lovely people that I'd like to talk more with. It's just too much for me to handle with everything I have going on. So I'm legitimately sorry and I hope y'all are taking care of yourselves.
thinking up a HDG oc whos an independent trans women who transitioned with the help of an affini and now has a flirty toxic yuri relationship where the affini keeps checking in on her to "admire her handiwork" and the terran resists her attempts to flort her while not completely stonewalling the affini because she secretly likes the attention
(dont ask how a terran managed to get transitioned by an affini without being floreted in the process)
the terran wants to remain independent (for now) but if she had to be florted shed want it to be her
while the affini lies awake at night contemplating if she should file a notice of intent or not because she doesn't want to ruin the thrill of the game they have going on
the terran would be somewhat butch and a former ship worker or something else requiring manual labor
shed be comfortable with her gender and a switch, making her a slightly harder target for florting than an egg or subby trans person, which makes the affini in question even more hungry for her because she'll flirt back
meanwhile the affini who helped her transition would be one of the more animalistic looking ones so they can have that flirty monsterfucker dynamic
can you tell ive been thinking about this for a while? lmao
i am a black trans guy furry and this country built on the suffering of minorities within it and around the world has caused me and others so much pain and suffering, especially as someone who is a victim of systemic racism. i know this is cringe furry art but I will put myself out there to rebuke this evil ass country
and especially as a black guy, my fursona is wearing the pan African colors, which are the black pride/liberation colors. i take great pride being black despite the world wanting to kill people like me. I will live.
Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.
That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.
The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.
I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.
Our Current Reality
Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?
How You Can Help
I am pleading for your kindness to help us rebuild our lives. We need your support to:
💔 Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again.
🌍 Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity.
🩺 Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.
Even the smallest donation can make a difference. If you can’t donate, please share my story. Every share brings us closer to hope.
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Your kindness is not just about helping us survive; it’s about giving us a chance to dream again. To rebuild what we’ve lost and to ensure my children have a future filled with possibilities, not fear.
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getting fucked past the point of dignity. where i no longer care what i look like or sound like. where i'll do anything so you'll keep doing whatever you're doing. and i don't even 100% know what you're doing anymore. just that it feels good. my body's on fire. every nerve is alive. just whatever you're doing don't stop. just whatever you're doing i want more more more. fuuuuuuuck.
i need to be in the middle of a group of weird horny transfemmes petting my hair and rubbing my tummy and maybe like brushing their hands up against my tits or something-- and then they see how sensitive they are and how much i react and they just can't help but grope me until theyre using me, one on top of me pressing her cock into the space between my tits, one already prying my legs open....
sorry i got a little carried away there. anyway i am a slut
i need to be in the middle of a group of weird horny transfemmes petting my hair and rubbing my tummy and maybe like brushing their hands up against my tits or something-- and then they see how sensitive they are and how much i react and they just can't help but grope me until theyre using me, one on top of me pressing her cock into the space between my tits, one already prying my legs open....
sorry i got a little carried away there. anyway i am a slut
