mydeerjuno

[mydeerjuno]

Werewolp sketch

[mydeerjuno]

yo OP how many f bombs do you needa drop in one sentance

Yall I don't understand why therians will fucking video themselves doing random ass shit with some song and at the climax of the song they slow the fucking video down like their the main fucking alpha wolf or some shit and think their cool I don't fucking understand

[mydeerjuno]

I'm making new pants right now and I desperately need everyone in the world to see my new pocket

[ Image Description: Close up of black jean pocket sewn onto black jeans and secured with silver safety pins. Two match strike pads are glued onto the outer flap of the pocket and secured with additional silver safety pins. Pocket has a button with a black inner piece and golden edge

Video Description: OP opens pocket and takes out a match. OP then lets pocket fall shut and lights a match on the top strike pad, it takes two attempts to light. The camera begins to zoom out and the match is extinguished by quickly flicking it out. End ID. ]

[mydeerjuno]

patch pants update [they have already changed since i took this picture]

[mydeerjuno]

I love buying other people's art I love supporting artists I love having art from many people decorating my space

[mydeerjuno]

just ordered a few things. Beautiful art it brings a smile to my face :-)

AH eek! Ooh!

I've updated my Etsy!

for, eh, the first time ever.

it's right here if you'd like to take a look.

postcards for $3 apiece or 3/$6 bundle, $5 posters, $4 stickers, the second zine i've ever made for $4, and my first zine i've ever made for $7. (that one's nice quality.)

shipped right from me to you with a little note (and the first few orders will in fact get a free mini teeny horse sticker. hehe.)

i know i'm infrequent on here these days but one of the first drives to post on here was my art when i was just a lil 14 year old. so as a now-24 year old, it's pretty cool that i'm setting up a shop finally and sharing it with you guys!

let me know if you have any questions or comments. i'll be making more (and better) art as I go along.

I'll also be posting about my thought process on my zines on my substack at some point but don't worry about that now alright.

thanks!

[mydeerjuno]

Talking about my identity irl: Yeah I'm a Lesbain

Talking about my identity online: I'm a Nonbinary-ButchDyke-Zombie-Weredog-Whitetail-Deer and I use They/Them pronouns ☝️🤓

[mydeerjuno]

Remember kids: one of the punkest things you can do right now is to look out for your neighbors and make sure they are safe

[mydeerjuno]

I know it’s not hard to point out reactionaries hypocrisy when it comes to like safe spaces or hug boxes or whatever but genuinely how much of an echo chamber do you have to exist in for you to think this is a reasonable thing to say

[mydeerjuno]

butch as in, “here let me get that for you.”

butch as in, I help all my friends move.

butch as in, “of course I’ll be the DD.”

butch as in, I walk on the outside of the sidewalk.

butch as in, “thank you, baby.”

butch as in, I’m the advice friend.

butch as in, “do you need help?”

butch as in, I’m active in my community.

butch as in, “say that again, I dare you.”

butch as in, I’m a jack of all trades.

butch as in, “will you stay?”

butch as in, a shoulder to lean on.

butch as in, “I can fix that.”

butch as in, I’ll pump your gas and check your oil.

butch as in, “I’d love to make you dinner.”

inspired by @femmefruit :)

[mydeerjuno]

lesbianism as shown by @sweatermuppet

[mydeerjuno]

Why do others feel the need to gatekeep the reasons others identify with therian/nonhuman labels.

Everyone has their reasons for their identity(ies) just let people be.

Seems d0gbite knows nothing about therianthropy. If it's voluntary, it's an otherlink & that person should have said it was instead of claiming "omg I'm therian and the same animal!!1!" because their buddies in the furry fandom gave them bad definitions. Loving something does not make you anything but a fan and going an extra step to claim to be said thing by choice like they were doing is otherlinking. Not therianthropy.

🐾

[mydeerjuno]

Reblog daily for health and prosperity

[mydeerjuno]

Activities for nonhumans. Tested by me.

In the morning, stretch. Take time stretching every muscle and joint to the best of your ability, even if its only for 5 minutes. Take up a yoga routine if you wish. This has helped immensely with my chronic joint and muscle pain.

Sit in the sun for a few minutes. Soak it in, enjoy the slowness of the world for a second.

Meditate. Learn to be in your own mind. Learn to be bored. Sit in the woods and listen to whats around you. See and feel from a standstill. Learning boredom has helped me curb some of my ADHD symptoms

Journal. Decorate jt with stickers. Make lists and notes and write blurbs about your day or your species. Practice introspection, gratitude, positive affirmations. Look at things objectively, but also analyze your emotions. Chronicle our history as a community, write everything that you can find about nonhumans down. History will thank you. Log your shifts, your days, the weather.

Take up a workout routine. Calisthenics is the poison I picked; it focuses on moving your body instead of moving a separate weight. It builds muscle you can use for a range of activities rather than a few set scenarios.

Quadrobics leaves too much room for injury if you go any farther than bear crawls. Most people parroting tips for quadrobics are children with no background in exercise. My alternative is going for a run; it gets out energy and achieves everything quadrobics would.

Go into the woods. Use the 5-4-3-2-1 technique to test your senses in an environment you've never been in. Get curious, take pictures and note the species of flora and fauna in your area. Scout the area for unique formations and spots. Doing this has increased my confidence as a visually impaired man tenfold; I've learned how to use hearing to my advantage in most aspects of my life.

Go swimming in a creek. Even if your species doesn't swim, it can be euphoric. Dry yourself out on a rock in the sun afterwards.

Hell, just look towards going camping or backpacking for more than a few hours. Save for it, plan for it, prepare for it. Camping alone builds independence, camping with friends builds community.

Check out INaturalist. Its a website where others post pictures of flora/fauna, including the general location of where they found it. You don't need to post anything, just being on there and seeing the kinds of organisms in your area is enough.

Start a recipe book of things your species could and would eat. Even if they're just ingredients, its still a good activity.

Connect to your community. Join clubs and groups in your area. Volunteer at places that need volunteers. If you work, unionize. A real life community is essential for your mind. Lacking community is probably why you feel like shit.

Don't just stockpile gear, make your own. Don't resrict yourself to masks; ears, tails, collars, hand paws, feet paws, claws, wings, beaks, scales, fins, all things you could make with materials that lie around your house unused.

Apply makeup and body paint to mimic your species' markings. Enjoy the process as much as you enjoy the outcome. Look towards getting tattoos if wanted.

Sea salt spray can give your hair a wild look, if thats something you want. It can also cause it to change color slightly.

And, if possible, look to take supplements that cause hair and nail growth, if youre a hair/nail having being.

Drop your shaving routine if you wish. Shaving isn't really hygeine. Or implement one if your species is smooth. I like to shave in similar patterns that cats would be shaved in.

Take the time to clean yourself beyond a simple body and hair wash. Deep clean everything and emerge a new being.

Fuck it. Use horse shampoo.

Let yourself Feel. Suppressing emotions is a human construct made to weaken you, made to make you subservient. If you're angry, be angry. If you're sad, be sad. If something makes you happy, never stop doing it.

Let shifts come and go. Acknowledge them. Log them. Never supress them. They'll only emerge later.

Accept yourself as you are. Affirm yourself. You are enough as you are and you dont need to do anything to prove yourself.

Redecorate your spaces. Revamp your nest, light some candles or put on a humidifier. Introduce plants, crystals, and generally outdoor things into your indoor living space.

Clothing is everything. I find that clothing I can't freely move in makes me dysphoric, so I stick to tank tops and light sweatpants. I dress light and I show skin. Similarly, find the styles of dress you find comforting and euphoric.

Scent your area. Spray something around your house, wear a perfume you like. The stronger the smell, the better.

(Edited 20th Jan 2025 @ 9:14 PM - Fixed Grammar + Readability)

[mydeerjuno]

in every way I am a dog and I'm extremely greatful to have a girlfriend that acknowledges that in our everyday lives

[mydeerjuno]

I wanted to post a story that I wrote a little over a year now for english (when I was still attending highschool).

It was a pretty strong reflection of myself then and still hits home now. Hope y'all enjoy.

story below the cut

The Cowboy and the Coyote

Strong winds howl through the looming mountains, causing trees to groan. The cowboy pulls his wool coat tight, struggling against the harsh wind and icy snow that pelts against his face. "This damn weather." He mutters to himself. The thick layer of snow paired with a bullet wound in his knee makes walking nearly unbearable.

The Cowboy's colt drags behind him, not doing much better. The horse was barely three years old and had already gone lame, to no fault of his own. I should've done better by him, the cowboy thinks. Should've done better by a lot of folk. He thinks of the men he's wronged, the men whose trust he had betrayed. He thinks of the men he's killed, and the snow falls harder.

With every step the cowboy takes his knee throbs. He begins to think he may die in these mountains, and that perhaps he deserves it. The cowboy gets pulled away from his thoughts when his horse whinnies. He stops, turning to rest his numb hand on the young colt's head.

"I know, boy." The cowboy looks forward again, the trail ahead seems endless. He sighs, pushing himself forward once again. I just need to get somewhere safe.

His mind wanders back to mere hours before. The law had finally gotten to him, he was lucky to get out with a few scratches and a bullet to the knee. His entire life he'd been running from the law, and killing men just to get by. But this time felt different. This time he could die.

He gets pulled from his thoughts once again, this time his eyes catch a blotch of black in the distance. His colt whinnies fearfully. The pair of glowing eyes told the cowboy all he needed to know. He reaches to grab his rifle from the colt's saddle. He aims at the coyote, his grip tight. Something tells him not to shoot, even as the coyote inches out of the dense pines. Everything goes silent as the man and beast hold eye contact.

"You shoot me and you prove yourself right, cowboy." It's mouth does not move, but the wind carries the coyotes voice.

The cowboy looks around for a moment, astonished at what he had just heard. He meets the coyote's eyes again. "What?" The cowboy exasperates.

"You handle your gun with anger and fear. Do you want to be remembered in such a way?"

The cowboy does not answer the coyote's question. The snow falls harder. "Who- What the hell are you?" He shouts.

"You won't die here, not unless you allow yourself to." The coyote speaks in an even tone.

The cowboy lowers his rifle. His eyebrows furrow, the wrinkles in his face become more prominent. His eyes do not break contact with the coyote's.

"What are you on about?" The cowboy questions, his voice laced with confusion.

"Do you want to be remembered as an angry, fearful man?" The cowboy shakes his head in reply. "Leave these mountains, and put away your guns. Good will come to you if you welcome it with kindness."

"There ain't nothin' kind about me." The cowboy replies, except this time his voice trembles. His head spins with confusion and anger. "It's too late to change that now."

The coyote shakes it's head, but does not speak again. The two sit in silence for what seems like an eternity. The entire time the cowboy's mind races, he thinks about his grousome past, and possible future. He finds a strange comfort in the fact that the animal may be right. The cowboy sighs, feeling defeated.

"I'll do what you say, against my better judgment." He slides the rifle back onto the colt's saddle. When he turns back to the coyote, it was gone. There was no trace of the dark animal, as if it had never existed.

Despite his growing confusion, the cowboy pushes on. He walks beside his horse this time, resting his hand on the colt's neck. The bottom of the mountain begins to come into view, the snow begins to clear and the slightest bit of warmth penetrates the cowboys skin. His heart skips a beat, he lifts his hand to remove his wide brimmed hat.

Maybe that beast was right.

[mydeerjuno]

Amazing new mask by @mydeerjuno they sent me for our art trade! Thank you so much Juno!!

(The mask is a silver fox, an animal that I have questioned as a theriotype before! I’m still not sure if I actually am one, but either way I do relate to them personality wise, and find them very cool!)