#skivies

[modern-inheritance]

Modern Inheritance: Experimental (Supershort)

'What if you fashioned a ward to prevent your brain from knocking around in your skull?' Saphira settled her head down before sending a short snort of air from her nostrils at her Rider. Her mouth opened just slightly, revealing the very tips of ivory teeth in the draconic approximation of a sly grin. 'Help stabilize it in all that empty space.'

"Oh, ha ha, very funny." Eragon retorted, staggered by the warm blast. "It's not a bad idea. I'm not too keen on testing it out on my own brain, though." He shook out his hair, the saltwater feeling tacky as it dried.

"Yeah, I wouldn't recommend it." Eragon looked over to where Arya was wringing out her braid. "We tried that one before. All it did was give me a bloody headache." Despite himself the Rider felt his cheeks blush. He wasn't looking at anything, he had more respect for her than that, but he was distinctly aware of the fact that the elf had yet to dry her soaked fatigues. More importantly, dry them and put them back on.

'We?'

Glenwing scrubbed a spare shirt through his hair, doing his best with one hand to fluff out the silver strands and give them ample airflow to dry. Saltwater and the more intricate parts of his prosthetic did not behave well together, and it was going to be a good hour before he was satisfied with cleaning the mechanical limb. Rhunön would have his head if he fried it. "That was, uh...one of our more experimental spells." He gave an almost sheepish shrug. "It was a bit of a 'you try your idea on me, I'll try my idea on you' sort of deal."

"What was Arya's idea, then?"

Glen paused and looked to his commanding officer. Who took that moment to busy herself with shaking the sand off her sodden pants, suddenly very interested in the task. "The fact that I can't remember says volumes."

Saphira let out another snort of amused laughter. 'Walnut rattling in an empty jar.'

"Rude!"

[hawkzeyes]

Stripping down in the snow and hanging your underwear off a branch was crazy just for a little prank 😭😭 see these comic book women are built different cause I would never want a man that bad 💀

Daredevil: The Man Without Fear (1993)

[heartofhubris-a]

i dont do surgery, surprisingly, enough to know if bloody underwear at the end of a surgery gone wrong is... normal. But it feels like it shouldn't be

[juicingbeetles]

Church: Now don't have sex before marriage! Keep youself pure!

Me: Haha thats easy, why would I want to have sex anyway?

Church: Dont lust after the opposite sex!

Me: Haha thats easy, I only lust after fictional men and women -- wait

Church: Dont watch porn

Me: Yeah its not that cool, i feel kinda aroused about it but now I know the mechanics I don't want to do it anyway

Church: you should get married tho

Me: no...I like romance in fiction but not real life, the idea of having a real significant other isnt my idea of happiness

Me: ......

Oh wait a goddamn minute

[jungle-angel]

Dude, Where's My Underwear? (Frat!Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Rhett has a royal freak out after a Friday night rager at the frat house and literally no one can remember what happened

Warnings: Frat life, waking up with an unholy hangover, reader missing her underwear, implied orgies etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @sebsxphia @bradleybeachbabe

Notes: RIP Toby Keith, without "Red Solo Cup" I never would've gotten the idea for this fic (lol).

Rhett slowly blinked his eyes open, his vision blurred even as he rubbed away the sleepy grog.

The house was a fucking shithouse mess.

Everybody who was too drunk to stumble home had passed out on the floor with everything in disarray. Red solo cups were strewn everywhere along with a bunch of pool noodles, fading glow sticks, empty bottles and a huge pile of cans that had built up in the living room. Not since him and the rest of his Delta Tau brothers had cleaned up a notorious hoarder den off campus, had he ever seen a shithouse mess like this.

The light from the kitchen and living room windows had hit him with the white hot intensity of a thousand exploding suns, his head throbbing at the sight of it. It took everything in Rhett's power not to puke as he crawled towards the coffee table where his phone began vibrating.

"Aw fuck," he groaned when he felt his stomach lurch. It took him a minute to settle, but when he finally did, he picked up his phone and saw your contact picture.

"Hi baby," he croaked.

"You ok?" you chuckled.

"Debatable," he answered. "Where are you?"

"I'm at the grocery store," you answered. "You need anything?"

"Some Tylenol and the will to live would be great babes."

You laughed a little bit. "Alright I'll bring it over and make everybody a hangover breakfast," you told him. "Just promise me one thing though?"

"What's up?"

"No more Friday night ragers until finals are done?"

"I make no such promises sweetpea," he chuckled.

You laughed again knowing that him and his brothers would probably be doing it all again at some point or another. "Oh before you go," you said. "I'm gonna run to Wal Mart and get some extra supplies and some clean clothes. I'm missing a pair of panties and I have no idea where they went."

Rhett suddenly clenched his lip, his eyes practically bugging out of his head when you hung up.

"MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!" he suddenly blurted out.

The pile of empty beer cans suddenly slid to the floor, clattering and clanking as Kayce rose up out of it. "Good God what a battle," he groaned. "Are there any survivors?"

"Kayce get the fuck up!!" Rhett blurted out.

"The fuck's wrong with you?" Kayce asked, running his hands over his groggy face.

"I can't find (y/n)'s panties anywhere!"

"And this is a problem why?"

"Because the last thing I want is fuckin Smitty gettin his hands on'em," Rhett told him. "That piggly little rich asshole has been after (y/n) since she started here and I'm not about to let him claim anything I've already marked."

"Dude ya'll sound like a male cat during mating season," Kayce laughed.

"I'm serious Kayce!!" Rhett blurted out. "I've gotta find her underwear and I swear if that slimy little piece of snail cum has'em......"

"Bruh did ya'll happen to look on the turtle tank?"

Rhett's gaze turned to the turtle tank near the couch. Sure enough, there they were, a pair of red lace skivies, haphazardly thrown onto the little rock inside.

"Aw fuck," Rhett laughed. "You poor little guys, I'm so sorry."

He gave Speedy, the little brown tortoise and his female mate, a few pets on the shells, letting them lean their heads into his palm. Rhett was surprised their terrarium had survived the rager but duly made a note to have one of the freshman in the dorms take them for the weekend the next time they held a rager.

He had been about to reach in and grab the pair of underwear when Speedy somehow picked them up and stretched his little head, giving the panties to Rhett.

"I have never fuckin seen'em do that before," Kayce laughed.

"Ya'll got it on video?"

"Fuck yeah I did."

Despite the nasty hangovers, the boys made an effort to try and get some sunshine into the house. You rang the doorbell a minute later with you and two other girls from the Phi Gamma sorority, coming in, your arms full of groceries for the best hangover breakfast you could possibly make.

"Oh my God this place looks like a tornado ran through here," you laughed.

"We'll get it cleaned up sweetheart," Rhett assured you. "For now I've gotta get these assholes up."

It was a Herculean task to say the least. So many people were dead drunk in every corner of the house that Rhett was half tempted to go around with the ship's bell in the kitchen and wake everyone up. Bo had passed out in the living room with at least two other idiots having used him as a pillow, Kyle was still asleep under the coffee table, Cody was right under a window with Wes not far by. Ravi had passed out upstairs with at least three other girls and Foster had passed out in his room with his boyfriend. The newly accepted pledges were mostly in the basement while others had taken to whatever space they could find.

You cracked a few eggs into the freshly buttered pan on the stove, the sizzling loud enough to rouse a few of Rhett's brothers from their deep sleep. The whole kitchen soon smelled of eggs, bacon, sausage toast and pitch black coffee that was sure to soak up all the booze from the night before.

"Thank you baby," Rhett mumbled, wrapping both his arms and the heavy couch blanket around you and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"You're welcome," you chuckled kissing him back.

"Still can't remember what the hell we did last night," he croaked, rubbing his eyes.

"Did anybody take any video evidence?" asked Jessica, Bo's girlfriend from the sorority.

"I think Foster was the only one sober enough to remember," Rhett chuckled.

Foster came stumbling down the kitchen steps a split second later, hungover like the rest of them. "Oh my God, never again," he groaned.

"Your boyfriend still upstairs?" Rhett asked him.

"Yeah he was the only one sober enough to remember what happened last night," Foster answered. "Oh wait a sec....."

Foster checked his phone and sure enough, there was an unread message from his boyfriend. "Oh fuck," he said nervously.

"Wassup?" Kayce asked him.

"You guys are gonna wanna see this."

You plated Foster's breakfast before joining Rhett at the table, watching the video evidence unfold from last night. Your jaw dropped, trying to keep in the laughter of everyone's drunken shenanigans. You couldn't contain it anymore when you heard the drunken frat boys singing "Red Solo Cup" like a bunch of screeching seagulls and saw a bunch of girls throwing their underwear all over the room.

You looked at Rhett who sheepishly handed you your skivies. "I was gonna wash'em later with everybody's clothes," he told you.

You kissed him again. "No need Rhett, you're good."

And indeed he was good.

[battlemaiden13]

I just think it’d be neat to have a moment with black and wine: the Skelton who thinks the human hates him and the Skelton who is actually disliked by the human.

Btw- I need wine to have to grovel for using the mc. With MC of course, but also with Coffee. Coffee explicitly asked for one thing from his brother, something that took a lot of courage to do, and wine went against that (even if it was slightly unwittingly). Something something coffee saying “I knew you didn’t respect me, and I know I’ve never given you a reason to before with who I am, but I never thought you’d lie about your word like that” something *heartbreak for wine because he knew what he did was skivy but he didn’t think it’d go so far as to hurt his brother to this point*

Oooo yes. I'm using this thank you. It will be the last time Wine's portrayed as a bad guy cause I've giving him a lot of shit recently. He deserves better cause I genuinely like him! But this convo between him and Coffee does need to happen. Then Wine will get a hold of himself and be smart again. . . I hope

[skivies]

A L.E.O...In his skivies with a dog, a gar, a duty belt and a gun on his porch! I'm moving in next door officer, or should I call you deputy? I'll stick with SIR, yes, Sir... DANG.

[afriendofmara]

Kinda night that strengthens your place in mountain man aesthetics. Kinda night that makes you go "oh yeah I would know how to be a cowboy". anyway. Just heard the bears getting at the trash again, ran out there in ny skivies wielding a chewed up baseball bat. Banged it around hootin and hollarin. Double checked for tracks to make sure it was a bear not a cougar (it was a bear, got a snout print and everything. Plus front paw print clear as day.) They did get the trashcan knocked over (thats what alerted me) so I shoveled it up, opened the garage, and put the can there. Washed my hands. Time for bed. Amen brother

[jellielover]

She corru on my skivi 'til my to viks

[modern-inheritance]

Fish Tales

Now that the Invaders story concept/animatic project has established Murtagh and Thorn finally encountering Eragon, Saphira, Arya and Firnen all together for the first time since the end of the war, I started thinking and giggling to myself.

Let's say they're all just taking the time to chat and hang out. The crisis is over for now, the other adults are back, they're taking care of the cleanup and the kids and the new Riders. I don't know why but I want the trio to be in a hotspring. Not full on nekked mind you just like skivies and they are all just DONE once again because that was intense after being out of a fight like that for a longer span than any of them are used to. The three dragons are all just sorta play fighting. They're trying to hash out the hierarchy and Firnen is raring to show off to Saphira.

The topic eventually turns to Murtagh and Thorn's adventures and tribulations that occur in the book and there's a bit of good natured ribbing of 'ah...so you uh...you heard about the uh...' 'that you couldn't resist having a dragon rip a roof off in gil'ead again? Oh yeah. we heard.' 'Shit, if you had sent an invite ahead of time I would have joined you.' 'Arya you are LITERALLY the head of the Gil'ead restoration project you can't just-' 'shhhhhh let me have my hopes and dreams.'

After giving him some shit for the chaos, Murtagh suddenly perks up and turns to Arya. "Oh, you might find this amusing. Durza cursed a fish!"

"...huh?"

"He cursed a fish in the lake! I killed it!"

He proceeds to explain the story to them, and then tries to explain Muckmaw's size, armoring, everything Durza had added on to the thing to make it such a monster.

It is met with...much skepticism.

Arya's just sorta got this amused quirk to her lips and keeps adding these little coments. "Muckmaw, huh? A scaaarry bottom feeder. Very terrifying. A shade's most ferocious familiar." "Oh, I'm sorry. A scaaaary catfish! With a big dopy mouth!" "Can't even feel it's mind, what ever shall we do." "Couldn't even put your arms around it. Riiiiiight."

No matter what he does Murtagh just cannot convince Eragon and Arya that Muckmaw existed, or that he killed it. He even does the "NO, I'm SERIOUS! It was THIS BIG!" bit with his arms stretched wide.

I don't remember what actually happened to Muckmaw's head, nor what species he actually was, but I'd like to think that Nasuada somehow had the thing recovered, preserved, and scrimshawed and then hung in some room in Ilieria. I know Eragon and Saphira are supposed to never come back but uh...occasional visits on big occasions are gonna be okay in my stuff.

And Murtagh and Thorn walk in at some point to just see Eragon and Arya standing side by side, arms hanging loose, mouths full on gaping as they're staring up at the wall at this fucking enormous fish skull carved with images of Murtagh's fight with it. They've been there for like five minutes.

He's very keen on rubbing that in their faces.

Eragon and Arya's actual reaction and conversation:

[gamesimp]

Mr. American Pie - A Mafia 3 Fanfiction (Part 2)

Note: long time no post, I suck at this so I tried doing more effort this time ughh.

Life with Donovan was perfect, we managed to get a new house in the suburbs, we managed to balance crime and a normal life. I was a co-leader of the Southeast Asian-American Triads. Consisting of mostly Vietnamese and Filipino immigrants who look for money, power and refuge from the War in Vietnam or the racist American society who looks down on them. But as my main job, I work as a manager at the shitty airport where I always need to rid the runway of gators. I thought being able to manage the airport was a good decision since it is Southeast Asian-American turf. As of Donovan, he still is Lincoln's advisor.

It was a summer sunday afternoon and it was absolutely burning. I decided I would stay in my skivies to cool myself down. While I was making some iced tea in the kitchen. I heard the doorbell ring. I picked up my gun but the person at the doorbell started to ring it impatiently.

"im coming wait right there!"

I ran towards the door and opened the door halfway while hiding my gun. I loomed to see who was outside and there stood a woman.

"Uhm, isn't Mr. Donovan supposed to live here?"

She asked.

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"Im an old friend of his, Im Jackie, Jackie Grimaldi."

"Oh, I think hes told me about you."

"Can I come inside?"

"yeah, come in."

I lead her to the living room.

"are you (your name)?"

She asked while I brought Iced tea to the living room.

"Why are you asking?"

"Youre from Sinclair Parish RightYou killed an entire bunch of klan members because they killed your Filipino-American family and neighbors?"

"oh that's me! Where did you get that info?"

"I remember you! You we're also close to Mr. Clay!"

Donovan finally arrived. They had a short chat about reminiscing about the past back in Vietnam.

I went back to the kitchen and looked at the calendar, it reminded me of the years I've spent with Donovan, and I realised we can't get married no matter what we do. We don't know any priests that could elope us. We only know Father James, (who ignores us unless hes about to say negative remarks to start a fight with Donovan or Lincoln after church)

I realise its time for me to go to work.

"Donnie! I'm heading out for work!"

"Have a good day at work!"

He yells back as i walk out the door.

I got to my new car, It was an AMC Pacer, not the quickest but at least, it isn't too flashy.

I turn the key and the engine comes on. I tune the radio to WNBX and it plays "Barracuda" by Heart. I went on my way to the airport and started my job. I was in my office when the phone rang.

"It's me, Lincoln. Make sure cops aren't settin foot on that runway, we got a shipment of stolen cars from Japan coming in!"

"sure thing buddy!"

I walked towards the runway and conversed with a Japanese man.

"Hello sir, please to meet you!"

I yelled and bowed as the jet engines roared around us.

"Kuray-San (Clay-San) has started operations with the Yakuza! But we need your help removing the communist gangs from here!"

"The bratva if im right?"

I asked

"Yes mister, we, the Yakuza need your help to get the Russians out of the picture, they always steal our products! And they seem to dislike Mr Clay San's work!"

"understood! I'll notify him immediately!"

I said as the Yakuza members got into his Toyota limousine and was escorted by a bunch of Datsun Z's and other JDM sport cars. I decided to drive to the bar and tell Lincoln about it.

I parked by the backdoor. I walked to the backdoor panting and in a hurry. I knocked 3 times. I anxiously waited for Lincoln to open the door. The door burst open.

"Hey there! Whats the rush?"

"We need a meeting at the plantations!"

I quickly replied.

We all arranged a sit down with 5 other bosses, Burke, Vito, Cassandra, and two new underbosses. Sister Ling who is in the Chinese Triads, and Rafael Guzman, from the Colombian cartel.

"Ok guys, listen up! Donovan will present new enemy for the Clay Crime family and for all of you!"

Donovan used a corkboard for is presentation.

"basically, these Ruskies want half of all our business, but ever since Lincoln didn't agree with the deal, they started disrupting rackets and trade with the other international gangs. We need to show these fucking communists thay we dont give a shit, and they can go fuck themselves go back to Mother Russia!"

"all right!!"

I said and the other underbosses started hooting and laughing.

[l3m0ngal5]

Flashback dabble idea a week before the end of high school Eric is shoved into a room in just his underwear with the freshman on the team who have been given orders to do it all to him

Eric was used to being shoved into her rooms and lockers Cody was a good teacher and Him knowing he deserved.It made slightly less painful in a way.He felt almost good that he was getting this but being shoved into a room where there was a bunch of fresh men and he was wearing nothing but his skivis was uncomfortable " Ok , nerd , We've been Told you deserve a special today so Feel lucky " The Group Then did some light beating emphasis on the word light Before going into wedges and purple nerpes They hooded him and led him to the bathroom For more Bullying, they were obviously uncomfortable with themselves.But they were trying Ending it with him Hanging from the flag pole With a badly spelt word on his chest " There you wa cody was in a locker And it's time for work" He smiled at his boss Knowing it was only a week before he could do that job full time

[sxoirserxnan]

Saoirse and Jack Lowden for City of Dreams Pride Ball, presenting as venetian masquerade but underneath full pride regalia skivies you may get to see tonight

@cityofdreamsevents @lowdenofdreams

[weirdponytail]

Ay regarding this post ^ are blankets warmed in the dryer direct heat and therefore dangerous? Sorry if this is annoying, you seem knowledgeable. No pressure to answer me at all

No problem at all!

Honestly, I wouldn’t want to risk direct heat from warmed blankets. Part of the issue is that the person needing warmth may have decreased ability to determine what’s too hot. There’s also the risk of warming someone too quickly. During hypothermia the blood vessels in the extremities constrict, which helps send blood to the core/trunk of the body and all the good stuff there to keep core temperature up. If someone is warmed too quickly via direct heat, the body can open those constricted vessels too quickly, dropping blood pressure to possible shock levels.

Once you have the person in a safe, warm place, the best thing to do is to get them out of any wet clothes, give them warmed, not scalding, decaf and nonalcoholic liquids (if they are coherent and can drink them unassisted. If someone is in an altered mental state, low responsive or unresponsive, do NOT give them anything by mouth as they could choke), and get them under some dry blankets/sleeping bag, with something underneath protecting them from the cold floor/ground.

Then you do the awkward bit. Climb under those blankets with them with you both in your skivies! The whole movie cliche where two people have to get naked to get warm isn’t that far off, though you can keep your delicates on. Sharing body heat is a good way to warm someone up, and just laying under blankets or in a sleeping bag with bare backs pressed together can help quite a bit! The surrounding blankets/bag insulate and prevent much of the body heat from escaping so it’s much more efficient that way, and it decreases the time for the patient/cold person’s body to warm up with your added heat.

If you’re interested in survival stuff like this, I would recommend the book ‘Will to Live: Dispatches from the Edge of Survival’ by Les Stroud. He goes over several real stories and experiences by usually regular people forced to survive in unexpected circumstances, analyzing them with his professional knowledge and explaining why some things worked, why others didn’t, what else could have been done to improve the situation, and other tips. He mentions hypothermia frequently in the chapter on the Andes crash if I’m remembering correctly, but there might be more instances of it coming up.

Also, thanks for the ask! I’m a little surprised that so many people have been interested in my reblog of the original post. I’m not an expert in any of this, I just read a lot and dabble in multiple topics that can be useful for that kind of info. So, thanks for the interest I guess! I love sharing!

[jungle-angel]

🤭 Number 45 screeeams Rhett 🌸

YOOOO!!!!!! Abso-fucking-lutely!!!!! So guess what honey?? This one's on me (lol).

Rhett couldn't take his eyes off you as you wandered through the back field near the main house. There was no work to be done that day or in the next few days, the cattle all ready for auction, the horses having been tended to and Abigail, the milk cow, her calves and her mate all wandering happily in the pasture with the little bells on their necks.

His eyes stayed fixed on you in that pale blue and yellow gingham house dress you had made, the very one that showed off your legs and dipped low to reveal just enough of your cleavage when you bent over. You went about picking small handfuls of brightly colored wildflowers, mountain daisies, indian paintbrush, harebells, yarrow, goldenrod, bachelor's buttons, fairy slippers and black-eyed susans. You looked like a dream to him, a wonderful, heavenly dream that he never wanted to wake from.

Rhett sat right up when you lifted the hem of your dress, drawing it up so far that it revealed part of your deep-blue lace skivies. It was only for a minute as you scratched a rather annoying bugbite that had been there for quite a while, but the sudden sight made his inner desire flare to life.

You came back to him, letting out a rather sad little sigh. "S'matter my peach?" he asked.

"I always hate when July ends," you told him. "Means summer will be over and we'll be cooped up in the house for three or four months."

Rhett stood up from where he had been sitting under the tree and drew you to him. "I know peach, I know," he told you.

"Don't get me wrong, I love apple picking, Halloween and all that," you told him. "But I miss the flowers and the heat.....just being able to go outside."

Rhett tilted your chin up so that your faces met, pushing his hat back just slightly so he could kiss you easily. "So whaddaya say," he said, before kissing you again. "We make the most of it and have a little fun?"

You hummed happily as his kiss trailed from your lips to your jaw, Rhett's arms encircling your waist. His hips pressed against yours, the stiff denim of his jeans against the thinner fabric of your dress....and something else with it.

"A little happy now aren't we?" you said with a naughty grin.

"Darlin, ya'll have no idea," he chuckled.

The two of you moved away from the tree and into the tall mix of wild grasses and wildflowers as Rhett carefully laid you down on your back. He nipped at your neck, your collarbone and your breasts, the obscene sucking and kissing noises throwing you quickly into a blinding ecstasy you had become familiar with.

"Please don't stop Rhett," you begged. "Feels so good."

You felt his stubble covered cheeks and jaw tickling the insides of your thighs as he kissed a little trail, lower and lower down to your core, hitting all the right spots he had mapped out in his brain.

"Don't clench on me now, darlin," he chuckled when you squeezed the muscles together in your thighs.

You felt your insides fluttering as he slid your panties off and worked his tongue into your core and the folds around it, Rhett's strong arms hooked around your thighs to keep him off the ground. "God I forgot how good you taste sweetheart," he mumbled.

You could hardly control the moans that were falling out of your mouth. It was a waterfall of moaning, panting and breathlessness that was music to Rhett's ears.

But then it stopped.

"Rhett?" you asked him. "Rhett, why did you stop?"

"Gotta take my pants off," he answered.

You snorted and laughed as Rhett first removed his maroon button-down shirt and then his jeans, freeing the large, throbbing monster-cock that lay in wait for you. You felt him sit you right up and into his lap, his cock sliding into you with ease, much more so than it had done the first time he had fucked you in the back of the truck.

It was a whirlwind of deep kissing and groping, his hands roaming up your dress and popping the buttons on the back to slide it right off. It wasn't long before the two of you were completely naked, Rhett's hips shifting and moving against yours, making you moan with each thrust.

"Jeez darlin!" he exclaimed with surprise. "You're fuckin soaked!"

You couldn't deny it if you wanted to. The noises that came from the both of you, your hips slapping together, the slickness, the heavy breathing, it was all unholy.

And you loved it.

You let out a squeaky little cry when you felt something hot explode between your legs, your foreheads touching, eyes shut and your lips just barely brushing together. It took a minute for the two of you to catch your breath, guiding each other down from the dizzying high and waiting for your breathing to even out.

You both lay in that field, skin-to skin with each other, a little sprig of bright red indian paintbrush in your fingers and perfectly content in the moment. "We could always spread some of those seeds in the garden," Rhett remarked when he saw the little red flower.

You chuckled a little and kissed his lips. "Don't worry," you told him. "I have a feeling we've already spread enough seeds out here."

[darinaethelaianprophet]

Ah yes, I love it when I point a stick at a death wraith and shout expecto furpersonus and a humanized snake called marco pops out in his skivies.

Spirit Animal is racist.

Patronus was invented by a transphobe.

I think it’s time we all suck it up and say what we mean: fursona.