if you can't handle getting your feelings hurt get the hell out of furry and go back to daycare ya lame babies. seriously, get over your damn traumas already, you're making the world worse for everybody else. its genuinely pathetic. you're stuck with those memories now! quit crying and make something of them! or idk why don't you just JJ's account name because you clearly can't handle life and life shouldn't stop for everyone because of you.


I'M BUYING THIS SITE FROM YOU CLOWNS AND DOING IT CORRECTLY GET OVER IT. I AM AN ANIMAL NOW AND FOREVER.


and i wouldn't be telling you to do it if i hadn't already been there and tearing my fucking fur out trying to heal this community after its clearly been beat up by a bunch of fashy interlopers with self-hatred. pals we're supposed to get into their heads and make them into furries. the point is we have that predator stuff, but we use it for good instead of repeating the cycle. gosh darn it i wish you'd all understand already instead of acting like you're fresh out of the corn fields because i know you absolutely aren't. please gosh just understand already so i can stop giving myself ulcers and strokes and global warmings and whatever other things people say. please.

hey do any of you goldfishbrains remember last summer when the site got hacked, and then all of a sudden began all the stupid self-destructive changes from a doofus crew of clowns who don't seem to know their own community?

did we ever get any real confirmation that n00b got booted or was it all from some thing he could have gotten the passwords from? anyways i think the guy's a pathetic little worm who couldn't brick a 386 if he tried, grown on A is for Apple screens and baby's first squarespace template he ain't got the cyberguts.

I'M VERIFIABLY WILD

so there's some stuff i guess i'll let you in on okay so i have this ruined 8track case or whatever that's got decent hardware and good structure but was made from like the obvious "you didn't care when you bought this" stuff that you use until it wears out. so i'm figuring i'll reupholster it in denim so its durable yet stylish and line inside in velvet because i'm gay and fabulous and use the thing to store my watercolor paint sets and brushes for portability. Saw a paintbox used in Jane Eyre and figured that's not a bad idea of a thing to do at the pond or whatever.

then i've also got this blazer from the 60s, its black, 3 button with this jacquard polkadot thing going on, and its clearly been well-worn and well-loved but wears sooooo good that I want to do *something* about the frays. I'm thinking piping and tassels but idk. wagging dogs have me wanting for fishnet and yet i still need rescuing from the highest room in the tallest tower over here.

idk that's what your mother is or something i guess. happy wednesday clowns and animals and whatever that third thing which i don't like on this site is...oh, right, the fucking human button. happy wednesday to that stupid thing too i guess.

why even bother posting anything online anyways? just gonna get scraped for ai and other people will steal your idea because they're incapable of having their own. seems like a waste of time no matter which way you look at it. gonna get me some local irl furry friends and never look back.

sucks to be somebody living a life in primer. get your own meaningful colors instead of just copying mine poorly. i'm grey because i want you to make something of me while i'm doing my thing. the buildings and cars and all that 2010s perfectionist crap being grey is due specifically to a lack of willingness to express the self. i find it genuinely and deeply concerning to see folks claim identities revolving around self expression residing in grey voids with only brands behind them. are they even real? or just automatically generated. and what's with the skewed reality getting pegged as generated as if imagination is impossible? its so much easier to fake modern minimalism and bland colors in cgi, that's always been the goal. did somebody get those annoying europeans with the 4 sided paintbrushes to come back again? what did i tell you goons about learning from history? now repeat after me: i will not speak before i think. i will not respond before i know the answer. i will stay quiet if i choose to stay dumb. and don't call them just because you want to remove the nighclubs that never hurt you none.

maybe look up from that phone for a change? your friends might be closer than you think. if only they'd drive their own cars because those bean shaped rentals all look the same.




PS you know they don't know jack shit when they inject the "ARE YOU A HUMAN" button. i have paws, i can just press it too. fall off a cliff and get bonked by an anvil, we all know what happened to Large Ceaser.

haha losers an animal can just press a checkbox too. fandom sucks, double down, make your life and fursona mean something instead of being a dumbass and checking out of a piece of yourself. check out of the circus of human fools instead. i quit the fandom, but Furry is who i am.

Tonight the story of a lonely housepet in MA who went on a date and was vored

Last night a dog with a tape recorder recorded a sound that some say really turns them on, we really want to know what you have to add.

A Fox from Delaware was locked up for stealing too many cookies from the cookie jar on top of the fridge and now they have escaped.,

Join me, and together we can solve a mystery- Dom and sub

ever feel like you've been on this forested road before, in the middle of the night on the way to a bowling alley? kept awake with the light tapping of soft glove, shadows disappearing as the light of the halogens fall upon them. a maze we follow because its the way to go, a journey we love to take as much as we love to complete. cest la vie one would think....if they're into that sort of thing.

anybody else ever wonder if their fursona was better off with somebody else.

Are you seeing an increase in lateral forces? Sure am. Let's bring them up for the barrier test *doors open, you go slower than on the highway normally* breaking while you;re all warmed up let's grab a thermal image. everything APPEARS to be well within test parameters.

buh-bye?


(that bit at the end of that ride was a reference to C.W. McCall's CB radio trucker hit song from the '70's "Convoy", by the way. please give them a rig.


Let's all hope Some People really aren't actually that stupid that in trying to borg cube Furry into Zootopia they become bootleg Bellweathers. hopefully that version of yourselves is the one Disney 'Oswald the Lucky Rabbit's thanks to this stupid integration instead of the one you actually will want later.

mindy the social media cow died sometime the past week. just ate her for lunch. kinda flavorless, would have rathered a salad to be honest.

pictures can be beginnings instead of endings. to be honest, you really should ask what a picture is about instead of absent-mindedly assuming something stupid and running around naked with a lie. doing so is almost as stupid as an A Eye that can't tell th difference between dust and detail. Gray may "hide dirt better" but that don't amount to a hill of beans in a world that needs its gray cleaned more than its green ever needs.

Please remember to read all labels for cleaning and care instructions, many things have specific cleaning needs you'd be surprised of, and many that seem daunting to clean are actually much, much easier than you'd assume.

Looks can be deceiving when Koopas are involved.

ya'll know that's just the work-type crap you do so that when you draw cartoons they have more life in them, and not what the cartoons are supposed to be based in, yeah?

wait, y'all are doing all that repetitive skill-building learning stuff and not just jumping right in and thinking the software and shortcuts are going to make you "a better artist"......right?

the mood these days is supposed to be anything goes, and really i'm miffed that what i'm showing is being panned because of what i'm saying. i'm a film wizard, not Melody. i'm painting you a picture not telling you what to make of it. a third way to put the same concept.

updated informational sheets may be submitted via fax during business hours at the office, and renewed performance licenses are required to be reviewed in-person before additional sessions via video tape can be held. these are typically appointments-only and must be made with advance warning including contact information and context to better aid the sorting and receiving department. come dressed to code.

thanks for understanding and be sure to return your library books.

i'm gonna eat your toes, i mean it

i'm not impressed. if you can't cut it don't fucking get involved. get your own concepts and do your own linework. you've got a big stupid dancing thing at the back of your mind too, hit yours with some fucking piñata sticks instead of mine, kibblemunching gackers. maybe if any of you had a creative bone in your body you could come up with your own design stuff instead of pathetically podcaster-talking about mine as if its not something just anybody could fucking do. all that gray and instant-gratification has rotted you lot into a bunch of lumps of polyester incapable of thinking on your own. please do everybody a favor and lump yourselves into the garbage, i have a group of actually competent animal people coming in who know what a hammer is and can think of their own designs. they'll be much better company than the bunch of bots that's been infesting this site since Draggy went to the other side.

seriously, you can't even swipe two lousy exit visas from some lousy german couriers? this is occupied france in 1942, german lives don't matter.

So proud of being a gay Furry that this pride month started with a bang :3


Perfect time to really go in on making Chaz a fursuit with all this fur that's actually much more his colors than what i bought it to make. Besides, I already have one for her and none for him. should even have juuust enough to make a FULL SUIT, especially if i play my cards right on pattern layout and paw-to-limb colorchange lengths~ all these years and this'll be my first fullsuit, took long enough but i finally feel good in my body to have one.

there's a lot of new furred faces i really really like lately. through the fracking cracks left in the "zootopia fandom", i'm seeing the real thing growing again, like wildflowers through the degrading pavement of an operationally-abandoned Mattressfirm's parking lot. please, let's keep that momentum going and let that other, obliviously-hateful thing die.

not everything has to have an annoying story run by captain obvious bots. personally, BJ's from robots make me wanna puke. i miss the quiet place that was more like the calm waters off the sides of the rapids. twig-snapping twitter kibblemunchers, go back to wherever in the sewers you came from.
AND TAKE YOUR FLESHMONKEYS WITH YOU. ITS CALLED FUR AFFINITY NOT HUMAN AFFINITY YOU BUMBLING BUFFOONS. you meatbags have he entire rest of the world dedicated to your awful humansonas. this is the damn place YOU need to put YOUR masks on. Otherwise, you're going to catch Terminal Hairballs which can only be survived as a Furry- it kills all humans within the worst 48 hours of their lives. even worse than the cove one from when the world became stupid. Either that or get your insensitive caricature of my lifestyle you call a "hobby" out of my face ya colonizing, forest-destroying, community-center-demolishing skinbags.

Zootopia needs its Venus Vale, meanwhile the Drama Cycle has got fiiiiiiiiiive mouths to feed. Fortunately, I went to the moon instead of Mars. Our zootopia is way cooler and not in perpetual conflict while pretending it isn't. we pretend to be in constant conflict when we really aren't.

And all that glitters is gold, only shooting stars so on and so forth you know the words.





Anybody wanna do a furry Goodfellas with me?

yeah so you're just gonna have to figure out what i actually feel about whatever on your own. and you're also going to have to go through what i've been going through if you wanna stay around here. maybe not today maybe not tomorrow but someday soon before everything you care about is reduced to a small picture on the bleak labor desk of the rest of your human life. otherwise, everybody who doesn't drifts away till they're called back. just because social media is here now doesn't change that, it just happens faster and the hobbyists won't shut up and let the lifestylers talk. its our community, after all. we were here and we'll still be here when you've all given up your hobby and had a baby or whatever it is humans do. land back would be nice. some respect for those who have seen the whole thing, too. also don't worry, all that spooky stuff is fake, probably. its best for you to figure it out on your own.

And you'd best not make any assumptions about me seeing what i get up to online, where its supposed to be semi-anonymous to get the vibes in order before revealing the reality. because if you go crying wolf, it'll be very embarrassing when the wolf in question is the sweetest and most chill pup you've ever met and kind to boot. Doesn't anybody else remember "i'm not like that in real life"? its still true. i'll have my eye out for who stuck by and who flaked. i have this whole time. and i've got a polaroid memory- spectra.

know what? i feel like posting some stuff. peace.

when are the scenarios not gonna suck ass anymore? sooooooo booooooooring. no inspiration and unlike some people i have fucking standards and if they're not met it really isn't worth continuing to burn resources on the stupid meat machine. yeah, i wanna tussle with the landscaper and force him to plant ground cover around the fucking decorative grass so the thing doesn't look so depressed. yeah i want to take a crowbar to the dodge charger that hit and ran me in shitty city worcester traffic because he couldn't be fucked to look where he was fucking going. and while i'm at it i want to shred that fuckstain's driver's license because he doesn't fucking deserve it. i want to fucking trans my goddamn body gender and continue to be a hot horny mess and i don't fucking care what anybody else thinks about that. i want to go to a furry convention and make the damn thing a real party instead of limply standing around and waiting for someone to notice you. i want to remind all you sticks in the mud and lazy digital cheaters what all this fucking stuff is really about, and you can take your atupid boring amazon warehouse drone ways of looking at it and shove them up your tailhole. and get used to that because that makeshift dildo is going to transform into an actual fucking personality, fursona and artstyle.

IN ADDITION, the sky colored bimbo, mister Shed dog, egofox, pointyhead MacGee, Furry Blotter, the bimbo in the cadet cap, MINEMINEMEEE, dogmusic, and i guess that's the guy from the stupid streaming place who said the wacked stuff but i'm not totally sure... i'd need to see him at that same barn store, forever like it was when i saw him there last or else i just have no clue who the fuck that phone guy even is- all of you who i know what's up i hope you like the images i made for you because you asked me to before i was me and i gave you chucklemonkeys 4 years of my life and some months so i do expect some kind of fuckin thanks for that. i haven't liked who i've had to be and i don't want the stuff that keeps coming around in reference to it. i don't do egg plastic stop asking.i know what i want, and that crap doesn't gi ve it to me. i need something that's already well along being something instead of having to put up with building or designing or whatever from scratch every fucking time and besides, the goddamn things never actually work anyways so that's another 60 bucks down the drain to these ferengi brand fucks and their incompetence scams. so i want whatever the fuck stuff i was getting before this stupid 2020 bullshit nd fuck all the garbage that's come since and also fuck mindy she's dumb as fuck and i'm starting over my transition and girl self instead of being the phone-addicted bimbo with 5 unique phrases again. back to the snow leopard with the new design (new as in the purple hair and tail pattern) and you're just gonna have to pretend like the cow was there before the whole time instead of my dumb ass using my actual preferred name and fursona species so fucking stupidly. oh but also the unsolicited facts and blurbs in comment sections across the web are not stopping, its just getting started. that's literally the only fucking thing this whole goddamn modern internet thing is good for me for. that's fucking it, i prefer literally everything else offline. the old websites were good, but the direction its all been going fucking sucks and i quit. i quit i quit i quit.

its about time i got to do to others what they've been fucking doing to me. hide your gray plastic garbage because its wojack season and i'm going funkopop-dynamiting with some Quahog Toiletcrackers.

happy fluffy bunnies and sweet old grandmas baking cookies. stuff like that. the usual that comes after making a point where tone is hard and words are directed past you. whatever the zoomers call it doesn't matter to me, they're afraid of their own shadows and anything they say is grain-of-salt-city. can't wait till we can be individuals instead of the algorithmically-friendly groups social media tries (and fails) to sort everyone into. but yeah. more dandelions in summer breezes and whimsical dancing in meadows of tall grass. deep breath, in, out, good.

i wish you all had just stayed on twitter instead of manifesting social media destiny everywhere else. when will you dunces realize that the cesspool of "X" is the end result of every "marketplace of ideas", you can't just install an ideology detector at the door or whatever the fuck. I swear to fuck millennials, you doofuses had better start understanding the whole "those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it" because for all the years i sat on the sidelines of this shitty generation because everything they liked and got up to was either boring or nauseating, all i've ever seen is you idiots blunder through the same mistakes your parents and grandparents made, prolly because you were too obsessed with fuckign runescape or whatever the fuck to learn anything. now stop being so goddamn afraid of colors and learn to actually create things without your lame ass gentrification-of-art glorified paint-by-numbers digital slop and corporate image brainrot. do you think you're capable of that or are you just gonna go dance like an idiot on tiktok about it?

also i don't fucking want constant updates, i genuinely don't care what anyone's up to these days- its always some dumb shit like work or playing one of the boring identical shooting-each-other games that cost way too fucking much for being the same damn game since call of dooty for the xbox, or saying out loud how sorry they are for not dedicating their lives to the worship of the panopticon or whatever the hell it is that drives someone to write 3 paragraphs about why they had the audacity to log off of the internet for five damn minutes. i quit all those godawful places because the shitty algorithmic cancer that prevades them just assumes i want to be angry instead of what i actually want which is to check in on friends, when i felt like i had them and this whole thing was smaller instead of having the constant risk of some idiot 21 year old showin up and assuming you want big numbers when you don't and causing an influx of irritating 'captain obvious' bot comments from some subreddit nobody's heard of. i want the quiet website that didn't need to be refreshed for a few days. the art was better too, it was more about the journies and not just a bunch of generic slop for people who can't be fucked to figure out how to visualize their fursona themselves. can't do that get the fuck out.
if its "just a hobby" to you then get the fuck over it and go find a different hobby where you don't have to feel the need to bitch and moan about fursuits, kink, cringe, large personalities, and "problematic" bullshit nobody's offended by. clearly this hobby isn't any fun for you and in the process of your gentrifying bullshit you're just making it the "boring losers who only wear hoodies and snapbacks and all drive the same shitty scarab subaru and think anybody gives a fuyck about their shitty boring podcast" fandom but "cute" or whatever anyways so idfk go steal some creepy anime girl picture or whatever the fuck and start your own shitty podcast nobody's gonna listen to and quit tearing down the forest to build your shitty gray plastic-sided condos. i hope every last one of them is swiftly and thoroughly destroyed like those of one of those historical lessons you clowns never bothered top look into before repeating: Pruitt-Igoe.

suck my giant, throbbing and barbed catgirlcock. and if you're so willing to be enslaved that you dedicate your lives to streamers with chronic mouth diarrhea and politicians with brainworms, you might as well just let me own you. at least i wouldn't shaft you with the fascism of Demolition Man's future unlike some people and their ass-licking taco bell conveyances. and don't you dare equate me with the ignorant fool who gave social media a try and had all the trust in the world and blind empathy burned off till there was nothing but a skeleton left. she's dead, you lot killed her. if you don't like what i've become thanks to you invading my life, blame yourselves. i'm literally only doing this to show you how much of a bunch of thoughtless hypocritical mooks you are.