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word games / Re: How will the person above you die?
« Last post by Firelight on Today at 01:06:41 pm »
Being licked to death by my grandpa's pitbull  :D
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general non-furry discussion / Re: The "Bad News" thread.
« Last post by Firelight on Today at 12:45:39 pm »
Rockaway beach is not going to have their pirate festival this year, witch sucks! I go there every year just to see the festival.
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I'd love to go some day!
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After world war one many people felt they were disadvantaged by
minorities and immigrants. So fascism reared its ugly head.
America n the 1930's was filled with hardship for many people . High
unemployment fed fears that immigrants would take jobs. So when
Jewish children tried to escape fascism in Europe the US government
 sent them back to die in concentration camps. Now we are turning
people away who are only trying  escape being killed by gangs we
sent back to their country in the first place.
 
When world war 2 started the US government put Japanese Americans
in camps. Leaving their property unprotected. Even German Americans
were treated unfairly.

We are all immigrants or descendants of them in this country.  We should
feel shame when any one is treated like we are treating people trying to
escape tyranny  in their own country. Namely Latinos from Central and
south America.

The Supreme Court struck another blow to voting rights. They allowed Ohio
to remove people from the voting roles if they didn't vote for two years. This
puts a disadvantage agains the poor and minorities. 


You can find out more at the following links.
www.msnbc.com

www.investigaterussia.org

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traditional and digital artwork / Re: Iara's Artwork
« Last post by Iara Warriorfeather on June 16, 2018, 07:42:18 pm »
Understood!  While I do not draw much,  when i do it is on paper with colored pencil and mechanical pencil.  I often draw on 12x9" paper and it doesn't fit my scanner.  So then I wind up photographing them with a DSLR and macro lens while trying to battle lighting and distortion.   I try to use sunlight when drawing and photographing.  (I used to be really into photography. ) The pencil in my hand and the marks on the page are relaxing at times.

Thanks for the info!

No worries, thank you for being curious about my process!  8)
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general non-furry discussion / Re: The "Bad News" thread.
« Last post by Varg the wanderer on June 16, 2018, 05:17:25 pm »
Finally got around to changing the spark plugs on my truck. 50% is easy: you can get to it from the driver's side and don't have to remove anything else.

The 3 on the passenger side, though... I had to remove the engine cover, the intake duct, the throttle body, and the plenum (upper intake manifold). Every time you remove the plenum you need to replace the gaskets, so I planned ahead and purchased accordingly.

So I get everything apart and I notice that inside the plenum is coated in this filthy wet dirt. I look down into the lower manifold and it looks like the same, only with less dirt (yay! Dirt + precision machine parts = bad news). The grime smelt like gasoline, but the engine is intake injected, not straight into the cylinders, so I figured it might have gotten wet when I bled off the fuel pressure (to remove all the crap above).

I pull my spark plugs. They seem a little dirty, but they're also about 40,000 miles overdue. Then I pull two that are wet. That's never a good sign. They don't smell like gasoline, either. Also not a good sign. I check the intake gunk again. It doesn't smell like gasoline anymore. Uh-oh.

I find the PCV valve and hose, both with oil dripping out of them. The valve is bad, and I need to change the valve ASAP or it's going to cause much more expensive problems later. I try contacting all of my local friends to see if they can give me a ride in exchange for beer/pizza, but none of the ones in town reply. This means I have two options: walk to the parts store, or put the engine back together with the bad valve and replace it later. But to get to it I have to pull off everything I had to remove to get to the spark plugs. ...remember what I said about replacing the gaskets every time you remove the plenum? Not to mention after you have everything all the way back together you need to reprogram the accelerator/throttle system. I'd be doing that twice. Oh joy. but still put back together what little I can without installing the plenum.

I might be lazy when it comes to exercising for the sake of exercising, but I am not put off at the thought of walking 12 miles to get a car part I need. So I start looking at parts stores to see which one I need to start walking to. By this point the ones that have my part close before I can walk there and don't reopen until Monday after I start work in the AM. The bus doesn't run where I live, so I guess I'm walking to work Monday morning, and stopping by the parts place on the way back. Hurray.  :P >:(
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furry storytelling / Re: Iara's Writing Corner-Prompt Challenge!
« Last post by Iara Warriorfeather on June 16, 2018, 04:12:48 pm »
I found a tail/it's so weird when you do that!

Moongaze set the pastel unicorn head on her own head and neck, careful to adjust the eyes so she could see through the mesh. She felt for the snaps on her hooved paw gloves, and set them with a sharp click. She sat down, fumbled for the boots that had been transformed into feathered hooves, and slid her tennis shoe covered hindpaws into them gently. She then stood, and went to the mirror, gazing at her new reflection longingly.

“Hey!” Jay purred, poking his muzzle around the corner, violating her privacy. They had agreed that suiting was a solo thing for Moongaze, and that doing so was a private glee, never shared with anyone outside the studio Jay was renting for his artwork business. Moongaze shot him a dark look, but all he could see were those teal orbs of the unicorn costume glaring at him. He shrank back around the corner of her room, waving her pastel tail at her as if she were playing with a feathered rod. “I found this tail—is it yours?” he teased.

“Give that to me,” she huffed. She snatched the tail away and attached it carefully, sliding her own tail through the expanding loops, creating the illusion that she and the unicorn were truly one being. She turned to Jay. “Well? What do you think?”

Jay grinned, his sabers glinting in the light. Moongaze spun around, wobbling a little as she did so. He shook his head in mild condescension. Jay was an artist, true, but he wasn’t as open minded as the profession let on.

“Honestly?” he huffed, the air whistling slightly past his sabers. The effect was a constant lisp—and muted his growls and purrs somewhat.
 
“You don’t like it?” Moongaze warbled sadly, stopping her prancing. She limped, ready for the verbal blow her lover was about to give.
 
“Moongaze,” Jay approached her. He rubbed her shoulders gently. “It’s so weird when you do this. Why can’t you just…be happy being you?”

“But…I am me,” Moongaze sighed weakly. “I’m happy in this! Can’t you be happy for me, too?”

Jay sighed. He grinned and pressed his lips against her unicorn head’s muzzle gently. “I’m just worried, is all. Other furs might not like this. You will get made fun of. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I don’t understand, Jay!” Moongaze muttered, the tears starting yet again. She took a deep breath, trying to stop her anxiety and frustration from spiking. “You’re an artist—I thought you would appreciate performance art, this costume took me a long time to make! And you helped me with it, too! Come on…do I look okay in it?”

Jay bit his upper lip, chuffed a ragged sigh of disappointment. “I wish you would stop hiding in this thing when you feel sad or insecure. It doesn’t seem healthy, at least not to me. And you’ve been chatting with so many strangers online—you tell them things about you that you never tell me!”

“Jay,” Moongaze tried to explain for the umpteenth time, quelling his jealousy, “I have this hobby that makes me happy. You have your hobbies, too. I am glad to have friends who like what I do and who I am. Do you like this part of me?”

Jay and Moongaze sat across from one another on overturned wooden crates. The studio was technically an attic in an abandoned warehouse in New Los Angeles, with string lights and canvases, paint buckets and brushes strewn haphazardly around the small space. Moongaze fondly remembered being in Jay’s arms late at night, cuddling in his blankets and sipping tea as he sketched hummingbirds for her in the faint starlight. Now it seemed the lovers were enemies, always trying to seek each others’ weak points.

“Moongaze, I do like you for you. I am concerned that this hobby of yours will ruin your reputation at the University. You’re a graduate student doing serious work—if they find out on the weekends you parade around as some kind of punk unicorn…well…”

“Jay, who cares? Lots of furs have hobbies and strange things they like. Why can’t I?”

Jay turned away from her. He tossed his head back and sighed, his jaw twitching in quiet anger.

“I don’t want you going out in that. At all. Keep it here, like we agreed. Leave this stuff for the bedroom, or whatever, okay?”

Moongaze sighed, hanging her head. She felt so helpless to do anything, because Jay was right. She slowly took off the unicorn head and stared sadly at him, her hair a matted mess of sweat, her eyes filled with tears.

“Okay.”

She slowly removed the suit and packed it away in her overnight duffel bag. She zipped it up quietly, its teal orbs pleading as the darkness consumed them.
It would be years before Moongaze snuck back into the attic, snatched the duffel, and decided she would be who she was without shame and secrecy…

**Background music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuwfgXD8qV8
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furry storytelling / Re: Iara's Writing Corner-Prompt Challenge!
« Last post by Iara Warriorfeather on June 16, 2018, 02:08:40 pm »
Through the Arctic

Eloise raised her paws to protect her muzzle as a bitter cold wind howled past her ears, biting at them as it whipped by. She had been making her ascent all morning, the steel ladders slippery and slick with ice.

She trudged through the blankets of snow, waist deep in it, her skin shivering and fur saturated despite her winter coat, water resistant boots and scarf. She fell multiple times, but her goal was in sight, the hint of blue in the distance like a burning light, a beacon in the cold and dark.

She flexed and relaxed her numb paws, breathing on them occasionally to feel them working again. She took ragged, gasping breaths as the cold air stabbed her throat and lungs. Just another few steps…

Eloise cried out in agonized euphoria as she had finally reached the object buried in the snow. She reluctantly removed her thick gloves and tears sprung to her eyes as the cold whipped her freed paws. She dug frantically, tearing away at the ice as a dog excitedly tears at the earth, hoping for hidden treasure.

The blue monolith was finally freed from the ice, and Eloise quickly replaced her gloves as she held it close to her chest. She turned around, stumbling, and began to make her way toward the steel ladders to start her descent.

Her boots slicked back and she gasped in terror, clinging to the ice covered rails above her and the newfound treasure for dear life. Her scarf unraveled, swaying toward the dark abyss below.

She stood there, paralyzed in fear. Her whiskers quivered, growing heavy with ice at their tips. Her breath steamed on the wind, her nose instantly numb once exposed. The cold and the darkness enshrouded her, the light fading away. She had to hurry down, had to get out of the vast wasteland and return to the warmth and safety of base camp.

Eloise mustered up the courage to continue climbing down, gingerly setting each boot down one rung at a time. Each motion was slow, steady. The monolith nearly slipped from her paws and arms as she descended, but at last her boots touched solid ground.

She was relieved the snowpack had lessened considerably, and gasped for breath. She could feel the warmth beckoning her…the light suddenly beamed all around her, casting everything into faint shadows and bright luminance…

The door was swung wide. The silouhette of a unicorn with a spiked mane blocked out the light momentarily, and Eloise shielded her eyes before offering the monolith as if in sacrifice.

In the distance cheerful music was playing:
I’m still standing
Better than I ever did
Feelin’ like a true survivor
Feelin’ like a little kid


The giant pastel pink unicorn smiled, taking Eloise and the monolith into her huge hooved paw gently.

“Thank you, Eloise,” she nuzzled the mouse kindly, and set her into a waiting hot tub area.

Then, loudly to the rest of the bakery: “Frosting’s here! Let’s get those cupcakes finished up!”
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poetry corner / Re: A journey
« Last post by Iara Warriorfeather on June 16, 2018, 01:21:33 pm »
 :)

Spoiler: show
It's not corny at all, it was very touching and I liked it. If you can continue creating more verse I would enjoy reading it!

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general non-furry discussion / Re: What really "grinds your gears"?
« Last post by Old Rabbit on June 16, 2018, 10:07:35 am »
Our politicians all are guilty of using immigrants to  gain votes. They
apparently don't want to fix the immigration issue because they would
loose it as a way to get elected.

This lays shame on our country which was built as a refuge for the poor
and mistreated peoples of the world. People who are looking to  make a
better life for themselves and their children.

It's this desire that makes our country strong. Unfortuantly many of their
descendants have lost sight of their ancestry, and want to place blame
on immigrants for their own failings. This only makes us weaker as a
nation, not greater as the president claims.

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