feat: add some css stuff and update about page
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@ -41,8 +41,16 @@ i'm [non-binary/genderqueer](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Non-binary_gender)! i
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i'm latine! my parents were cool enough to be ecuadorian and colombian/venezuelan, so i'm like a gran colombian of latinidad. i'm a first generation immigrant and i've lived in ecuador and peru before for a few years! being latine is a big part of my identity. it's a connection to a world and place that's in my blood.
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<!-- ### the skin i'm in -->
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## when?
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i was born sometime in the mid 90s.
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## where?
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i currently live tucked somewhere in the appalachian mountains.
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## why?
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there's a lot of theories as to why furries exist or why we have different identities that coexist with the anthropomorphic. i personally think that humans have always had a tendency to "humanize" the unknown or foreign to assimilate it more into our culture and take advantage of it as a resource.
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thanks for reading!
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title = "release"
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author = "@chirpbirb"
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publishDate = "2023-07-08T20:19:00"
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tags = ["asdf"]
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type = "showcase"
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@ -40,17 +39,17 @@ Akino was busy concentrating on his server administration work. Keeping the publ
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Suddenly, Aki found his entire office room shaking and rumbling, immediately interrupting his focus on the task at hand. The fixtures shook and tested the strength of the variety of methods holding them in. A low scraping of wood against wood revealed that his entire office was contained within a desk drawer of Fanfalla’s desk. A towering, purple fennec fox grinned from above as she watched the little pup get all confused and distracted by her interruption to his workday. It was lunch time, and she wanted to make sure she got the break he deserved.~
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“Hey, there, cutie.~” A familiar voice boomed from above as Akino tried to regain his composure. “I think we should add some rolling wheels to the drawer, don’t you think? It’s kinda noisy when I check up on you~” Fanfalla mused, looking down at her diminitive husband with a mischievous smile. She loved peeking in on her tiny tinkerer, seeing what all he was getting up to. Akino admitted that it was only fair that she had this much agency over his life; she was his caretaker due to her having a more, uh, standard stature. However, it did lead to situations like the one he had found himself in now, where she wanted to take him for herself, once again~…
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“Hey, there, cutie.\~” A familiar voice boomed from above as Akino tried to regain his composure. “I think we should add some rolling wheels to the drawer, don’t you think? It’s kinda noisy when I check up on you~” Fanfalla mused, looking down at her diminitive husband with a mischievous smile. She loved peeking in on her tiny tinkerer, seeing what all he was getting up to. Akino admitted that it was only fair that she had this much agency over his life; she was his caretaker due to her having a more, uh, standard stature. However, it did lead to situations like the one he had found himself in now, where she wanted to take him for herself, once again\~…
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“N-no, wait-!“ Aki tried to protest, grabbing onto the refashioned slide-out phone keyboard for a moment as an anchor before her other hand comes by quickly and bats his tiny paws away from the keys. “Hey!” He yipped, tiny yowls sounding like squeaks to anyone not paying enough attention. The towering fennec fox giggled as she felt his little squirming body between her purple digits, overpowering his attempts to escape her playful grasp. His tiny paws kicked at her soft fur to no avail as she shifted her grip on him.
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“*Mine*.” Fanfalla affirmed, fingers gripped around the small wusky as if she were holding a small doll. “Lunch break.~” Her hand was firm in its grasp, her eyes affixed on the details of her tiny lover. This was now customary for the plum-colored vixen — she knew that she could steal him from work for an hour and set his work status to something inconspicuous so no one would be the wiser. Working from home has many benefits, after all.~
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“*Mine*.” Fanfalla affirmed, fingers gripped around the small wusky as if she were holding a small doll. “Lunch break.\~” Her hand was firm in its grasp, her eyes affixed on the details of her tiny lover. This was now customary for the plum-colored vixen — she knew that she could steal him from work for an hour and set his work status to something inconspicuous so no one would be the wiser. Working from home has many benefits, after all.\~
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Akino had learned the gaze he was surrounded by well; Fanfalla’s dazzling verdant eyes lit up with a passionate desire. Her intent was clear as she started to grind the tip of her ring finger against his small sheath, cradling his soft sack with her claw for a moment. She then grinned and licked at his neck and face, teasing him and making him sputter for a moment as she further emphasized her towering control over him. With nimble claws, she picked apart the little knots holding his makeshift clothing together.
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It helped that the bedroom was across from the office. Fanfalla didn’t plan to have her home laid out this way, but it sure was convenient when she needed to abscond to her bedroom for… reasons. She placed her current reason down onto her pillow before kneeling in front of the wolf, posing coyly. Aki stammered as he looked up at his towering giantess of a wife, overwhelmed by her abrupt interruption into his little world. Not that he was against it, mind you… more lacking the proper verbiage to respond.
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“I bet you want me to take it *all* off, don’t you, little one~?” Fanfalla grinned, tugging at her loose fitting shirt and underwear that she had stolen from his old wardrobe. Even though Akino was bashfully overwhelmed by the sheer scale of his wife, he squirmed out a quick nod to show his appreciation for her offer. She eagerly obliged, wagging her fluffy tail behind her as her hands moved up to pull her clothing away, exposing her curvaceous frame and throbbing erection.
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“I bet you want me to take it *all* off, don’t you, little one\~?” Fanfalla grinned, tugging at her loose fitting shirt and underwear that she had stolen from his old wardrobe. Even though Akino was bashfully overwhelmed by the sheer scale of his wife, he squirmed out a quick nod to show his appreciation for her offer. She eagerly obliged, wagging her fluffy tail behind her as her hands moved up to pull her clothing away, exposing her curvaceous frame and throbbing erection.
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The vixen crawled up and placed her length between her tiny partner’s legs to tease his own extended shaft against the tip of her own. Aki gasped and shuddered, feeling the warmth and slickness of her aroused, leaking cock surround his own as he felt his erect member press into the opening at her tip. Fanfalla shuddered and moaned, pressing softly against her partner to guide his cock further inside of hers.
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baseURL = 'https://birdcat.online/'
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languageCode = 'en-us'
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title = 'birdcat dot online'
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title = '🐥😺 birdcat dot online 🌐'
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theme = 'aviary'
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[[menus.main]]
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@import url(https://fonts.bunny.net/css?family=assistant:500|balsamiq-sans:400,400i,700,700i);
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html {
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background: #238e23;
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}
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body {
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color: #222;
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font-family: sans-serif;
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color: #151515;
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font-family: 'Assistant', sans-serif;
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line-height: 1.5;
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margin: auto;
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margin: 1rem auto;
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max-width: 666px;
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padding: 1rem;
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border: 0.420rem solid #b68024;
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background: #eee;
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border-radius: 1rem;
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}
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header {
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border-bottom: 1px solid #222;
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margin-bottom: 1rem;
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h1 {
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color: #ee871c;
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}
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}
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footer {
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text-align: center;
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}
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h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 {
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font-family: 'Balsamiq Sans', display;
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}
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a {
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color: #00e;
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text-decoration: none;
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main {
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max-width: 666px;
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overflow-x: scroll;
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}
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img {
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}
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}
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}
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figure {
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text-align: center;
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}
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