I haven't been allowed mustard in years and I miss it :(. I've also never tried using it in this way. Please, please mustard your cheese in my name, so I may imagine a hint of yellowish goodness. That I may live vicariously through your taste buds. Perhaps if enough of you try it, the collective strength of deliciousness may reach my own senses amen

my advice to you; put a little dijon mustard in any cheesy beige food. whisk it into your cheese sauce just before u add the cooked macaroni. spread a thin layer in your cheese toasties. add a spoonful to your mashed potatoes with the butter. anything thats gonna be heavy on rich dairy and starches will benefit enormously from the hint of warmth and acidity that dijon mustard will give it, even if you don't add enough to make it Taste Like Mustard (which, ideally, you shouldnt). itll cut through the richness and stop your tastebuds getting fatigue from too much fat&starch, which is important for the overall enjoyment of a dish. ur welcome. take this knowledge and change the world

About twoish weeks ago, after procrastinating drawing a Specific Thing for months bc I "wasn't talented enough", I finally gave myself permission to make Bad Art™. Since then, I've drawn more than I have in the last twoish years combined. Which tbf wasn't that much, bc my expectations were so high I that I found it stressful. And why should I engage in a recreational activity that stresses me out?

I've filled half a notebook, and most of it is "bad". But a few are almost approaching "good". Most are cosy, some are straight up scribbles, and- and I cannot overstate the importance of this- I enjoyed making *every single one of them*.

And yeah, drawing is about me. It's about scratching out my name: I was here. But much more than that, it's about dragging, gliding, the markers across the page, feeling the varying levels of friction up my arm and in my belly, watching the bright streak of color it produces and marveling that anything can be so bright and so rich without hurting my eyes. It's about recapturing that joyful zen I felt as a little girl knocking out yet another house with a tree and flowers and grass and a sky with a friendly corner sun that smiled benevolently down at me next to clouds that were really planned blank space between the blue and birds that were curved V's and M's. V's traveling in V formation just like I was taught in science class, and they were always "bad" but it didn't matter bc I hadn't learned to judge myself in that way yet. It didn't matter bc my mom or dad or sibling would still say "woow, so pretty!" and display it on the fridge and I would run eagerly back to the mess of broken crayons and drying stamp markers on the floor and draw stick figures of my family with ten stick fingers each, or maybe a plane, or a dog, or a pink heart inside a purple heart inside a blue heart inside a yellow heart and hey, if I add a string it can be a balloon!

It's about filling my free time with something truly restful instead of mindless doom scrolling. It's about actively engaging in something I choose, to balance out my resentful compliance and passive consumption. It's about Rolling a Food Puzzle around my Enclosure for Enrichment.

CJ The X on Perfectionism

archers gloves vs digital artist gloves being opposite of one another

"everybody hates me" factoid actually just a statistical error. The average person doesn't hate you, especially not your friends. You, a person who sits in your room experiencing self loathing every day, are an outlier adn should not have been counted.

hope is a skill

Aaaa

Jewish!Red Hood AU

There was a knock at the beis midrash door. While several people exchanged concerned glances, Yossi the Gabbai went to the door.

He was not expecting to find Red Hood on the other side. Or Torah was not near Crime Alley, and all the learners lived nearby. Yossi still knew who he was though. Everyone did, though some people’s opinions of him had changed when several Hatzalah volunteers had shared how gentle he had been with several kidnapped children who had ended up in his territory.

“Yes?”

“Hi. Can I speak to the” the helmet tilted “…rabbi? in charge. I have a couple questions.” Red Hood sounded almost… embarrassed?

Yossi froze for a moment, then said, “give me a minute?”

The helmet nodded.

Yossi hurried to where Reb Leibovitz sat. “Reb Leibovitz? Red Hood is at the door. He says he wants to ask the rabbi in charge a couple questions.”

“Vos?”

I recently had surgery, and at the time I came home, I had both my cat and one of my grandma's cats staying with me.

- Within hours of surgery, I wake up from a nap to my cat gently sniffing at my incisions with great alarm.

- I was not allowed to shower the first day after surgery, and the cats, seeing that The Large Cat is not observing its cleaning ritual, decided I must be gravely disabled and compensated by licking all the exposed skin on my arms, face, and legs.

- I currently have to sleep with a pillow over my abdomen because my cat insists on climbing on top of me and covering my incisions with her body while I sleep (which is very sweet but not exactly comfortable without the pillow). She also lays across me facing my bedroom door, presumably on guard for attackers who may try to harm me while I'm sleeping and injured.

That's love. 🐈‍⬛🐈❤️

Factory default, but I did change a few settings and permissions here and there. I didn't need a complete overhaul, but I couldn't just leave it blank or it wouldn't have felt like home.

The bikes though.

Does this count as finding a walrus at your door?

I cannot imagine being knowledgeable enough *and also* confident enough to say that I know anything. When anyone tells me they know a craft I always assume they are either kidding themselves or a Genius Master Guru Triple-PhD Wizard

Guys this tiktok did SOOOO well lmao. I’ve never animated anything in my entire life.

Absolutely Not.

Uhhh wait a minute

Spirit Animal is racist.

Patronus was invented by a transphobe.

I think it’s time we all suck it up and say what we mean: fursona.

A fantasy book where many characters have dramatic High Fantasy epithets, but for incredibly non-dramatic reasons.

An adventurer known as The Herald of Dawn, but it's because she tends to wake up naturally at 4 or 5 am and every single fucking time wakes up the whole damn camp before sunrise by banging pots and pans together while making herself breakfast.

A nobleman known as The Lord of Shadows, but it's because his land is shaded from all sides by cliffs and mountains and all the other nobility are roasting this guy for not being able to grow or farm anything on his shitty, shady, no-sunshine-having estates.

A courtesan known as The Emerald of [location], but it's because the county she was born in is known for manufacturing forged jewels and gemstones, and so far she is the fakest pretty thing to ever come from there.

An assassin known as The Kiss of Death, but it's because he has somehow acquired every single known and documented STD in his mouth.

The Dark Huntress, named so to distinguish her from The Blonde Huntress.

A prince known as The Raven Prince, but it's because he's autistic and can and WILL tell you everything that is known about ravens, for five hours straight.