🪳 🐶 Junebug 🏳️‍⚧️ 🦗

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It/Its trans puppydog Therian Furry 18+ Only Please I love bugs, dinosaurs, and roguelikes Will mostly be reposting bugs and furry stuff

I love supporting artists, I love collecting physical copies of artests work too! Furry comic artists, please! Release more books! The Common Grounds by @glopossum.com 💜 This was an amazing read and story, I have been following its development for so long, so glad I could get a physical version.

A photo of the cover are for the book "The Common Grounds" by Glopossum. Zoe's bookmark that looks like a paddle and says "Spread those pages like a good girl" is laid over top

My friend @lexluddy.xyz is struggling right now with the death of her dad. She could use all the hugs you have to spare. 💕🫂 Her dad's request was that folks donate to Médecins Sans Frontières' continued vital work in Gaza, the West Bank, Lebanon, and Egypt She'd really appreciate both. 🩷

Death Notice of Liam Gerard Luddy (Glounthaune, Cork) | rip.ie

The death has occurred of Liam Gerard Luddy of Glounthaune, Cork Ireland, on 01/08/2026. You can view the full death notice and add your condolences here.

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mornings are for getting ur face pancaked by a yummy ass and if you're not sticking ur tongue inside her ass then ur not doing mornings right

our water, air, and the world's ecosystems are actively being harmed by the greedy and corrupt. but it isn't too late! you can make an effort, do your part!!! 🌱🌎

Kody, an off-white, light green, and light blue anthropomorphic doggy offering her paw to you as she stands tall, one paw holding the strap of her  backpack. Trees in the background tower over her, sunlight dappling through the trees. Big text in green says "Get up! IT'S NOT TOO LATE!"

"u wouldn't kiss ur friends" dude we're gonna die and never exist again just have a good life and stop putting fake societal limitations on yourself

It's Little Tiny Ass Dick Month. If you celebrate, you probably got a stupid ass nasty little dick. Go fuck your self

Goo morning, monsters. A routine doesn’t fear you. The exasperating familiarity of the expected doesn’t flee your approach. But the people latched to every mundane, predictable second, their hearts race. Not for any shape of tooth, wing, tentacle. But because you are change. And here you are.