Hey, sweets. A quick Q&A for those it concerns:
Q: Why did you stop following me within the past week?
A: I’m at a stage in my life where I feel as though my brainbucket’s filled to the brim with negativity, and I’m trying to cut back. I’m on a negativity diet. More specifically, perhaps, I refuse to participate in people’s perpetuation of FIGHTING THE POWER when it comes to gender/sexuality in a wholly hateful way. It was starting to take over my dashboard.
We all take the piss sometimes, sure, it’s good fun. But when it comes to stuff that really matters? Be the change you want to see in the world, all that jazz. It’s a pile of clichés but it is absolutely true. Perpetuate the good, don’t fight fire with fire when on both sides there’s perfectly reasonable and willing people trying desperately to put that exact fire out. It’s a thankless job but they are there, and what’s more is— the majority is there for both sides of the fight.
tl;dr version answer: I loves ya but open your eyes and unbunch the panties.
Check out my deluxe PC setup, everyone. Aw yiss. Got me some advanced shit going on here. A shoe box full of letters and a really old, heavy lens and a fan that literally melted off of its base last summer because it was so CHEAP but the wires are still attached so it still functions! And… a deodorant stick to hold it all up.
Yeah, so, uh. My video card has decided it doesn’t want none of this winter and would rather be 120C (~250F) at all times from now on. Even with the fan I can only have the PC on for about half an hour.
Wellp. If nothing else was going to motivate me to DRAW QUICK, this should.
Sssso I did some more of these. In fact, I’ve done nearly 20 of them! They’re proving to be so very stressrelieving for some reason, which is oh so very welcome right about now, seeing as I haven’t had the brain for… much else. Of anything. I should probably eat something.
Ahem! Back on topic. Want one of these little freaks in your COLLECTION? Shirt, print, iPhone/Pad case, YOU GOT IT. If you buy something through this link, you get free shipping and $5 off. Yaay discounts.
(Laptop cases and mugs are not all available yet but I’m getting on that. If you want one in particular and it’s not up, poke me and I’ll rectify that like SHAZAMdone.)
Ten of the Best Storybook Cottage Homes Around the World
These 10 fairy tale inspired cottages with their hand-made details call to mind the tales of the Brothers Grimm and other fantasy stories. All of these cottages are real-life homes from around the world. From stunning cottage houses to mystical stone dwellings, these 10 storybook cottage homes provide inspiration and inspire the imagination.
- Hobbit House - Rotorua, New Zealand
- Winckler Cottage - Vancouver Island, Canada
- Akebono kodomo-no-mori Park, Japan
- Wooden Cottage - Białka Tatrzańska, Tatra Mountains, Poland
- Blaise Hamlet - Bristol, England
- Willa Kominiarski Wierch - Zakopane, Poland
- Forest House - Efteling, The Netherlands
- Cottage in the Hamlet of Marie Antoinette - Versailles, France
- Cob House - Somerset, United Kingdom
- The Spadena House - Beverly Hills, California, United States
Aaaa I love so many of these.
Just for the record, though, #7? Efteling is a fairy tale centric theme park, and that there’s more of an attraction than a home, (iirc) filled with old, adorable animatronics of fairy tale creatures going about their business while being gawked at. Hence the gnome sitting ponderously against the wall, there.
thursday, 12:45 pm:
not everyone likes strawberries.
your best friend annie at school wrinkles her nose when you produce a cup of fresh-cut strawberries from your fraying lunchbag. she asks why you’re eating those things again, and tells you she hates how they’re either too tart or too sweet and never in-between. she watches you twist off the top with the same expression people look at particularly large and gross bugs with. you tell her you like it that way. she nods okay and turns away from you to talk to mackenzie, who’s sitting at the table behind her, about how she bought movie tickets and she didn’t have anyone to go with. you eat your strawberries and pretend you don’t notice how the disgusted bug look lifts off her face immediately, and how she forgets you’re here.
thursday, 4:03 pm:
you come home with a skinned knee and a bruised chin (no, no one pushed you down, sis, you’re fine, really. you just tripped, promise.) and some leftover strawberries from lunch. your sister cleans off the scrape and puts a band-aid on and tells you to go upstairs quietly, mom has a guy over and they’re drinking wine and watching the notebook and she doesn’t want your teeth to rot out of your head from looking at them, and that you should probably wash the strawberry juice off your fingers because she hates how you get the doorknobs sticky. so you shoulder your backpack and hold your cup of strawberries so tight your scraped knuckles start to turn white, and you walk quickly and silently behind the couch. mom sees you anyway. she asks you how school was. you say great. she asks you if you’ve ever met michael before, he works at the department store. you say no and shake michael’s hand. she asks how your math test went. you stare straight ahead and give her the sheet, and don’t react when her lips press together and she sighs through her nose. when you take the sheet back michael says, “hey, are those strawberries?”, and you nod. he smiles (he has a nice smile) and says your mom was just telling him how much you like them. they’re not his favorite— he doesn’t like the way the seeds stick in his teeth. you head upstairs and crumple up your math test when mom starts smiling and laughing again as soon as you leave.
friday, 12:46 pm:
mackenzie and anna are sitting at the opposite end of the lunch table, laughing and talking about last night’s movie. you sit alone, eating a cold store-bought croissant (mom was too tired to make anything because michael stayed the night) and another cup of strawberries. you are the strawberries of your life, you think. your mother picks them out of her salad and michael asks for a blueberry smoothie instead and anna doesn’t even like to smell them, and when you realize this, you just kind of think, oh. you’re not sure if it’s normal to identify with a cup of fruit.
isaac walks up behind you and rests his chin on top of your head. he is impossibly tall for only ten and six years, all arms and legs and feet. when you were kids he was only up to your shoulder.
"are those strawberries?"
you say nothing, and think that maybe you should throw them away.
"can i have one? i love strawberries."
you hand him one. he pops it in his mouth and grins as he chews.
"i like how you did your hair today. it’s good you came to school."
you say thank you, and when he kisses your nose, breath still smelling tart and sweet, the oh from five minutes ago turns into oh.
some people like strawberries.
Hey look at people writing random lovelies.
Aaaa the amount of help I’ve been offered recently is TREMENDOUS, from the kind words to reaching out to offers in attempts to help me to freakin’ spending real money on my Society6 store (sneakily fitting links into posts aw yiss so sneaky), it’s all just… I can’t even put into words how much I appreciate you all and I wish I had some way to just hop right on over and shower you with words of gratitude and awkward gestures of NNGH WHY ARE YOU SO GREAT.
Seriously though. <3. All of the <3. I’m okay for now, if still brainhectic and sick. But both of those will go away eventually, and hopefully I have news of having a home again soon.
Nnooo, redbubble. Why’re you down. Gotta add my new thing.
GO GO TEAM SPECIAL.