ADHD is so embarrassing. I ran out of conditioner and I've been too busy to go buy more so I've been showering without for like 2 days. I just turned around and finally noticed four bottles of conditioner on my shelf. I stocked up. I always stock up. How did I even forget that I stocked up? The bottles just faded into the background. What's wrong with me
Recently, while staring far too long at a potato chip, it occurred to me that the ridges could possibly be used to create a lenticular effect. So I got out some chip dip (and the smallest paint brush I have) to test it out. I started with a simple 2-frame illustration of a football and a basketball, then I painted a little sour cream and onion dip bird. 🥔🕊️ - via my new @brockdavisart instagram
"Kill them with kindness" Nah, fuck that, CRICKET BAT 🏏 🏏🏏🏏*SMACK* 🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏*SMACK*🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏*SMACK*🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏*SMACK*🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏*SMACK*🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏*SMACK*🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏
What I’d give for one of the Cinderella remakes to go into how when you’re in an isolated and abusive situation, sometimes you need to be saved and you’re not weak if you can’t escape by yourself
I’ve never been a fan of bad faith reinterpretations of fairy tales, especially ones which flatten the originals into “princesses is saved by a prince and nothing else”, to then go #girlboss. The princess can save herself because she’s a strong female character! (Implying if you’re in a bad situation, it’s because you’re not strong enough to get out)
Tumbleweed needs everyone to know that I am his most cruel and heartless mother for decreasing the amount of food he gets due to him gaining a third again his body weight over the last year no that is not all fur Tumbleweed you are shaped like a pregnant sheep!
He has spent much of the day stomping from room to room while yelling his immense displeasure.
I lived with some cishet guys for a while and they were some of the first people I came out to as trans at the time because they were my closest friends. I was scared, but at the time I felt relieved because they seemed receptive enough. Sure they told me they'd use my new name and pronouns, but I was held to a ridiculous standard that none of them held each other to.
Sure, they'd address me as a man, but only if I dressed plainly, in polos, tees, jeans and slacks in neutral colors with no patterns. Only if I wore sneakers or men's dress shoes. Only if I learned how to walk and talk like a man. Only if I stopped being so open in my love of men and being gay/bisexual. Only if I stopped "sounding" trans or gay. Only if I tired my hardest to blend in to cis male society- even harder than they did, would they address me as a man.
Anything and everything else was met with direct criticism and "are you sure you're a man?" remarks. My masculinity and manhood were constantly under scrutiny, while theirs was not. This isn't acceptance; accepting someone isn't conditional. This is being made to jump through hoops like a dog. This is being forced to perform just to survive. This is not how people who respect you for being trans treat you. Learn from my mistake.