It's Not Wise To Get Alone When You Are Not A Predator In The Battlefield… And Are A Healer

idiots

Bath Taur 🫧🛁🚿

drop

(pocket tf2 valentines week - day 6: growing old together)

rancher grandpas

I put every bird I could think of into this wheel. Spin the wheel. You're that bird now.

AHHGGfrr Bird edition

I REALLY tried to draw sniper as a kiwi but I found it impossible to make that a furry... I mean, there's not much to work with.... Kiwis are just furry balls with legs.... I'll try to do it anyway.

Anyways, Medic as a vulture was a completely personal choice 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 I thought it would look really cool, but you can judge whether it suits him or not

Gay people jumpscare

Gendered parenting is so weird. As a little kid I was a total daddy's girl, I was told I would always try to sneak the garage, I was always very interested in everything he was doing and would follow him around while he was working, but while my family was never the type to outright say "you can't do that because you're a girl", they simply didn't entertain the idea that I could possibly be interested in cars. Then when my little brother was born, it was just assumed he would become a mechanic like our dad because he was a boy. Even though he, unlike me, didn't like being in the garage much and wasn't all that interested in what dad was doing. Once he got to a certain age, dad started making him help and would drag him away from his actual interests for it, which lead to a lot of arguing and not much actual learning.

Gendered expectations sort of create doubles of children. There's the real child with their actual personality, interests and behaviors, and then there's the Gender Child.

My real brother hated soccer and team sports. The Gender Child that existed only the minds of the adults in his life enjoyed playing soccer because that's what a Boy Child likes.

Growing up, I always felt like adults didn't actually know me as a person and they weren't interested in getting to know me. Because they felt they'd already learned everything there was to know about me when they were told "it's a girl".

When I talk about how I never got gifts I actually liked from my relatives (to this day I still don't like getting gifts that aren't something I picked out myself), it isn't actually about the gifts themselves. I don't even remember them. What I do remember is the feeling of being given gifts that were seemingly not bought with the real me in mind. They were for the Girl Child™️ version of me. The me that adults wanted me to be, not who I actually was.

hi everyone! the developer of the website I host Explorerz on is having a hard time covering his monthly costs. i think Comicfury is such a wonderful space for comics and one of the few remaining websites that values art over predatory profiteering. Kyo makes it a point to keep the game level - ads are opt-in, custom css for comics is available to everyone, etc. if you can spare a couple bucks each month (the lowest tier is $3 which shakes up to 36 dollars a year), you’d be preserving one of the bastions of creator-centered webcomic culture and helping it continue its growth!

Patreon

Get more from ComicFury on Patreon

creating Free Webcomic Hosting

Thanks for the tag! :)

Some cool blogs:

@adventuresofalgy @exobiotica

positivity train!

if you see this or are tagged in it, tag a couple of your favorite mutuals/blogs and let them know you appreciate seeing them on your dash!

@h0neysugarfree @blueberrylovv @bequiteanddriveeeeeee @cherri-bomb-bomb @eg0mechan1c @fatrexicisback

draw in paint with mouse day 5