. -, but normality is ideal, luan. you can't be normal all the time. the quirks of the animals is what makes them unique and they are necessary for evolution.
Diapers, Female, Lion, Male, Masturbation, Rabbit, Squirrel, Watersports, infantilism
Compared to the humans of old, modern humans were certainly a lot more respectful to pokémon, and they were quick to educate other humans in their ideals of mutual respect for one another.
Bestiality, Cuddling, Equine, Femboi, Femboy, Flirtation, Forest, Game, Gay, Hug, Human, Kissing, M/M, Mammal, Nudity, Pokemon, Romance, Seduction, Snuggles, Thought Provoking, Video Games, Virizion
These minor clans had been exposed to the democratic ideals of secland and saw an opportunity to gain some measure of independence in the brewing war.
Sci-Fi, Space
Our ideal applicant will see the value in providing each and every toilet they service with a bare handed, deep-porcelain massage as they scrub away the grime and muck. rubber gloves are prohibited.
Book, Christmas, Deer, Elf, Holiday, Isekai, Reindeer, Santa, Santa Claus, Shapeshifting, Story, Transformation, elves
I thought again once more of what they had wanted,
a stereotypical ideal, 'the dream life'.
until i realised that it wasn't about what they wanted.
so i drew my own path, stood, and walked.
Adventure, Clean, Coming Out, Poem, Poetry, Puberty, Real Life, Realistic, Rebellion, Relationships, Shy
I want to be the spider that pricks you, then disappears, far away
and people will gather in awe, as the vomiting at night begins
this world that we've created,
the human ideal
what is it? freedom? liberty?
Poem, Poetry, memory, trace
#1 of poem fate
a poem please comment
when light as died.when time as lied.were do are lifes take there stand. for the darkness i hear tells of death ideal.
Poem, fate
"leave these rank ideals to rot!" my own kind say. no.
not today. today i stroke, and pull, and beat,
scorning still, harsh summer's heat.
spurting nectar thick and sweet, i say--
"i am an animal _again_--today."
Poetry, Sex
A poem that describes the foolishness of placing one's belief and ideal above action and purpose.
one of three poems i made this afternoon i'll post.
Poem, desperate, hope, hungry
ideale hab ich keine,
nur die meine,
unschlagbare willenskraft,
hat das leben bei mir richtig gemacht.
scherben pflastern meinen weg,
die ich regeln nenne.
egal, wie lange es noch geht,
ich bleibe so wie ihr und wie ich mich kenne.
GERMAN, Poem, Shards, way