#Furrin

[neopronouns]

flag id: a flag with 7 stripes, which are pink, bright cyan, light yellow, soft green, medium brown, dark brown, and brown-black. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

genderfurry: a gender that is influenced in some way by being a furry. one may feel gender envy towards fursuits/fursonas, feel gender euphoria when called a furry, etc.

[pt: genderfurry: a gender that is influenced in some way by being a furry. one may feel gender envy towards fursuits/fursonas, feel gender euphoria when called a furry, etc.. end pt]

for anon! the flag uses a mix of unnatural and natural colors for various fursuit/fursona designs and green for gender envy/euphoria.

tags: @radiomogai, @liom-archive, @macchiane, @genderstarbucks, @sugar-and-vice-mogai, @freezingnarc | dni link

[skyflower18]

I love furrin bro😻🐈‍⬛ my fav girly

[regaliasonata]

Bro the fur suit is furrin’

Like it’s so soft I want to pet it

[karimimi]

furrin

[thewebcomicsreview]

Has Least I Could Do done anything in the past 2 years? I remember them being infamous on here like pre-descent sinfest was, but haven't heard anything about them since.

I mean, what can I say about it that I haven't already said? The art is nice but the writing is incredibly lazy. His entire last week-long arc of strips could have been a single strip. Look:

Panel 1 Ethan: If you were to self-immolate, what would your last words be. Rayne: It's getting hot in he- Ethan: You can do better. Panel 2 Rayne: Free speech doesn't mean free from consequences you asshats Ethan: Better Panel 3 Rayne: Being rich doesn't mean you're smart, it means you're lucky Panel 4 Ethan: Hitting a little close to home with that one Rayne: I'm very self-aware Easy! It's not really a winner of a joke, but it fits into 4 panels easily and didn't need to be an entire week of strips.

But at the same time, the first two panels of the 12/8 strip (LICD is furrin') are blatantly recycled for the very next strip, and, like...I can't even really "criticize" it. It's not like they were trying to fool anyone. It's not like Ryan Sohmer is straining his brain to have each strip be the best it can be, and it's not like you need me to explain this shit to you. It is what it is. Sohmer's got other stuff going on in his life. That's fine, I guess, I'm not going to get mad that his comic is a lower priority for him than his business, and he doesn't need me to tell him he's padding. So what's the point of talking about it?

[pierreism]

Like a bright golden haze on the meadow, Daniel Fish's Oklahoma! fades with the sunset this evening after an award-winning transatlantic run. I had to see the dream ballet one more time before it closes.

This bold new take, without changing a word – though with a few select omissions - casts away the gilded cage surrounding this canonified classic and asks us to re-examine the image of community being presented. After all, this is a show that insists "the farmer and the cowman should be friends", yet ends with a town celebrating over the corpse of someone they exile from either category.*

You may have heard of its radical staging choices – its modernisms – and yes they are by turns confounding and exhilarating. Fish has the eye and ear of a theorist and his formal shocks bring smelling salts to the 80 year-old material. An unassuming community hall set slowly gives way to black-box theatre abstraction. "Out Of My Dreams" segues not into Agnes de Mille choreo, but to Jimi Hendrix-inspired guitar solos. The pleasant surface tensions of Oklahoma rupture, haltingly, with violence and the show ultimately earns its "!"

And a special toi toi toi tonight to Patrick Vaill, the lynchpin of this production who has been playing this Jud since the show's inception in 2007, back when he and Fish were students. His vision of the character – as not some antisocial parasite, but a troubled soul reaching out from a dark void, desperate for human connection – is the reason this whole thing exists. But, for now anyway, they've gone about as fer as they can go.

*Notably, the original play Green Grow the Lilacs ends with Aunt Eller rejecting the laws of the "United States", instead choosing to uphold a version of frontier justice favoured by her own, secession-coded "territory folk" – all while she disparages "dirty ole furriners."

[wafflecock]

Why are you always shirtless

Its fucking hot in Croatia, YOU try living in a country that's a bit of another country that split up into like 8 other countries for no fucking reason, that also got fucked over by communism, and also commits furrin right violations like every other week. Oh, also, there's no FUCKING work here that PAYS DECENTLY unless you own a fucking COMPANY, or the tour business, which mind you IS ONLY VIABLE DURING THE FUCKING SUMMER. I think some man guy dude walking around shirtless is the least of people's concerns. Also, I HAVE A BOWTIE!

[weird-things-to-think]

Belovd congreggashun of werm burth and strayd lines… I spik of hatchinn. Uhm, whuts hatching, yew ask?? O the mystry! The wrrds, they cum fum lips lik sum furrin tounge, whispring fum a drem that cant be woken frum.

Lesten close, for hatching be not what it seems—nay, it iz a birthing, a cracking, a slit in th curtain whur lite ekkskapes. Hatchen iz the unvurling, a shift betwen thingz seen and not seen, yet yet... seen agane, but still hiding, u kno? It iz the wurld half heer but half der too. Lyke a baby bird or sum great idea, half-formed in the mind of some mischeefus creater, strugglin out in lines n shadose.

Ahh... thee lines, they r not strait, they wander, they skew, they curve as thay r bornd... o lik sweate pichers n dreams n webs made by spidurs on thee nite sky. Iz that hatchin? I dun’t kno. But still, it wurms n wiggles, like life itself. Slo n patient, pullin itsself from teh deapest daark.

And this hatching, like life, iz the werk of som grand mynstr, or sum law of thee uniwers with hands soft n strong, yet fumbling in its own little unknowen way. Remember, dear frends, hatching iz not what it is, and yet it iz fully wat it cud not be

[posttexasstressdisorder]

Sad, ain't it? Even the most obvious similarities escape their feeble grasp...just because it's a "furrin" language.

Mexico has elected Claudia Sheinbaum as president. She’s an environmental scientist, a feminist and she’s Jewish.

She’s also anti-Zionist, which has led to a bunch of idiots on twitter saying she isn’t really Jewish. The evidence? She thanked Jesus in her acceptance speech.

…Her husband is called Jesús.

She was thanking her husband.

[momo4521]

Canadian Border

Trumpanzee Border patrol on the North, getting pretty chintzy against all these "furriner" immigrants trying to get into their country. Of course some are getting getting a little MONEY on the side.

[nyans-eyebleach-and-mogai]

° . Sparklefurrean 🐾

[Plain text: Sparklefurrean]

A furrean/furrine/FURRIN gender (paw) related/connected to (being a) sparklefurry/ies or a paw that is a sparklefurry.

EYESTRAIN WARNING UNDER THE CUT!

[Plain text: Eyestrain warning under the cut!]

——

rbs r highly appreciated!

This gender is only to be used by furries.

[paulgadzikowski]

Only in other countries? Does that mean he's test-marketing on furriners first, or does that mean he's actually smart enough to realize that Americans are too ornery to put up with this bullshit?

I had a second account which I attempted to delete months ago and now, when you go to that profile, the page says the account's suspended for rules violation; so a few months ago, when I gave up on my primary account, I just stopped logging in. I think I put in to get an archive sent to me about a year ago but I don't remember whether I got it and I don't seem to care much either

apparently melon husk is actively rolling this out in other countries its actually joever

[somecunttookmyurl]

What are your opinions on Thucydides?

I’ve never in my life prior to this day had a singular thought about Thussy Thucy because I’m not a classicist and he didn’t really write about Egypt outside an account of a revolt against the Persian empire so he has, like, no impact on my life whatsoever. But unlike Herodotus he wasn’t presenting ridiculous shit like “the Egyptians shave their eyebrows when a cat dies IT’S TRUE I SWEAR” that Egyptologists still have to continually swat away and deal with, so you know what?

Chill dude. Solid B+ Greek. Could definitely take Herodotus in a fight. Probably better looking, too.

[lovelyllamasblog]

Healin’ Good Demigods

HI! After forever, I’m back with this series! Today, I’ll be linking the girls to the gods of the Celtic pantheon!

*Keep in mind that this was a little harder because Ireland was very much Christianised by the time someone actually thought to (low-key) write them down in the Book of Invasions.

**Also, before the Catholics came the Romans, so you will see associations with Roman/Greek gods as well. (The Romans liked to mash gods together like it was nothing.)

So, here we go! More below the cut.

Hanadera Nodoka (Cure Grace) was the daughter of the Horned God Cernunnos. He was a god of fertility, nature, fruit, grain, the underworld, and wealth, and was associated with horned animals like the bull, stag, and a ram-headed serpent. He named her Roisin (ro-sheen), meaning “little rose”. He was associated with the Roman god of the underworld Dis Pater.

Sawaizumi Chiyu (Cure Fontaine) was named Shannon (”wise river”) by her mother Brigantia, a goddess of river and water cults. She was linked to the Celtic goddess Brigid and the Roman goddess Minerva (Athena).

Hiramatsu Hinata (Cure Sparkle) was the cheerful daughter of Lugus (also called Lug, or Lugh), a god of craftsmanship and the sun. He loved her very much and named her Aoife (ee-fa), meaning “beautiful, radiant, or joyful.” The Romans associated him with the god Mercury (Hermes).

Furrin Asumi (Cure Earth) was named Eimear (ee-mur) (”swift”). Her mother was the earth-mother goddess Danu (also spelled Anu or Dana). She was the god(dess) of fertility, wisdom, and the wind.

They all lived happily and peacefully in Ireland for hundreds of years. When the Romans came, Cernunnos took the girls deep into the forests and told them to not come out. They obeyed and stayed, but when the Romans came to cut the trees, they found the girls. They fought hard against them but were taken captive. When their parents caught wind of this, they rushed to their aid and took them back, but they were badly beaten and hurt and the gods had no choice but to let them go and be reborn.

[drconstellation]

4. No no the theory is he arranged to get picked up by a Chinese submarine. Yep, even back in those days...

7. Verrryyy sensible. Especially around the Sydney region.

8. it's called the MCG (Melbourne Cricket Ground) and its a place where you go to worship sport, any kind of sport, really. In summer its usually cricket, and in winter its AFL (aussie rules football.) The summer olympics were held there in 1956.

9. AAARGH! I am SO SURPRISED that no one else has jumped up and down yet and yelled at you for calling it marmite! ITS CALLED VEGEMITE! We're all happy little vegemites! As bright, as bright can be! Marmite is for those weak-palated kiwis and other furriners who can't hack the real stuff. There is an art to how you spread it on toast and other things into which you must first be indoctrinated, and then its bliss.

10. It ain't a kids birthday party without fairy bread. mmmm.

Pt I australia but i've never been there

A lot of my lovely maggots are Australian, it appears, judging by the number of Australian families I was just randomly adopted by. So this one goes out to you all, but very especially to Arthur (@howmanyholesinswisscheese) and to his grandmother's boyfriend Brian, who reminds him occasionally of me. I'm truly honoured.

Disclaimer: I did my research on tumblr, pinterest, and the first result of a couple of Google searches, because I'm thorough like that. I say part I because there is a lot.

I'm not sure what Australia is, because the education system failed me. They said it was a continent. But then a country. I figured it was both.

Unfortunately, then I learned about Oceania. Which I had thought was a made up undersea kingdom in that Barbie a Mermaid's Tale series, where people surf. But the continent is Australia and Oceania. Or not.

They have Prime Ministers. I know this, because one ate a raw onion which became instrumental in his later sacking, and another demanded to know what the odds were of a Prime Minister drowning.

He then drowned. Or maybe vanished into the Barbie kingdom of Oceania and became a merman. We will never know, because his body was never recovered, so my money's on the merman theory. Australians proceeded to name everything to do with water after him, from swimming pools to ships, because Irony.

H2O Just Add Water was set here, I think. I am not sure what that is, aside from a show where contact with liquid dihydrogen monoxide causes bodily transformation into a mermaid. Do the Australian mermaids not drink water? Not knowing any personally, I can't ask.

Aside from the concerning number of merpeople, there are also a concerning number of spiders. I love spiders, but apparently the ones in Australia will eat your flesh. After I watch Good Omens S2, I suspect I will welcome this fate.

For morons like me who see a spider and go AWW, Peppa Pig's episode on teaching kids not to be afraid of spiders was banned in Australia for endangering children and not being appropriate for Australian audiences.

Sydney is a place and it has an opera house. Melbourne is a place and it has a stadium (of what sport, I am unsure). Queensland is a place and it has Arthur's grandmum's boyfriend Brian.

There is a thing called Milo, and it is a brown powder that I assume is edible. Mums say to add a teaspoon (hence why I assumed edibility) and the children add a truckful. I infer it is nice.

There is marmite. I have known this for a while. Tourists spread a lot of it on their bread. This is a mistake. Do not. The original ad involved someone eating marmite happily, and their partner kissing them on the mouth and proceeding to gag violently. It is fermented beer waste. You either hate it or love it.

There is fairy bread. If you have sticks on it you are a monster. If you have balls on it you are smart.

I'm already writing part II. humans bewilder me.