I'm Anima: furry author, pudgy panther, vore-fan, and geek. Here on my Tumblr I'll post, like, and re-blog stuff I think is nifty.

 

Me: Illogical. ...ooh! Dad, you can be the captain, Mum will be Bones, and I'll be Spock!

Mum: Why do I have to be Bones?

Dad: It's only logical.

Me: He's a doctor!

Mum: I'm not a doctor!

Me: Neither is DeForest Kelly! And I'm not a Vulcan! And this isn't a starship! ...ugh okay you can be Uhura, she does communications, and you work on the phone a lot.

Mum: I don't want to be Uhura. She's boring.

Me: NO SHE'S NOT uh... OH you can be Sulu? At the helm?

Mum: No.

Me: Janice? Chekov?

Mum: I want to be one of the furry things.

Me: A tribble?!

Dad: I thought she was going to say Klingon.

Mum: Yes. I'm a tribble.

Me: OH MY GOD

nagayeva:

Do we really have to take this?

A friend of mine was moving from her apartment. She asked me to look after some of her things. I agreed and not too long after she asked if her daughter Frances can come pick it up. I agreed and she came over with her boyfriend, who was also the father of her baby. I helped them carry the stuff down to the car, and during the whole visit exchanged possibly 10 words. 

Next day I received these texts. I had to created a fiancee I didn’t really have in order for him to stop.

I never told my friend what her daughter’s boyfriend did. Now they are expecting a second child, so as you all see, there was no break up. 

So Do we women really have to take this kind of attitude?

Do we have to invent things and people in order to be left alone.

I don’t want to have my titties banged.

I am not an easy lay.

I don’t deserve this.

Why do I go from being called “cute” “smart” and “pretty” in the beginning of the conversation, to “fatty” “bitch” and “ugly” in the end?

Reblog if you are against sexual harassment.