even though I smashed my car with only “partial collision insurance so I’m fucked, haven’t paid rent yet, shattered my phone, my pcp found a lump in my right titty, the IRS is chasing me for 2k, my credit cards are maxed out to the tune of like 10k, and student loan payments start this month… you know what folks…
I’m very grateful to have a dynamic/outrageous/loving family, a job i love that I grow in, healthy kids, and idk a deep unconditional love for every single one of the humans on this stupid little planet with me. The American system was not designed for people to win and that’s okay. We can exist within it without measuring our value in dollar amounts. I’m just gonna keep swimming. 🐟
I don’t have all the answers and I’m losing at capitalism… but I’m HOPEFUL! I’m excited to be alive. I’m trying to choose happiness and nature and relationships over stress and anxiety because I can only do what I can do.
So FUCK IT! If you’re going through it today: I’m rooting for you deeply and I know we’ll be okay.
take a walk, enjoy a small pleasure, we made it to today.
Whenever my birthday arrives u bet ur ass that I will crawl from my cocoon to slam the follow bottom on the brogatory blog and then everything will be right in the world. I’ll see you soon solider. Keep slaying and take care of Urself bro. 🫡
im so sorry u cant interact w the funny guys atm ... youre a real one
The butch lesbian/trans man "funky printed button down" stereotype is true but you must understand that the men's section of so many clothing stores is a bleak and miserable place. Clothing manufacturers are simply convinced that no one who wears men's clothes wants anything besides the most boring outfits possible. Often stripes are the most exciting it gets. If you want to wear clothing designed for men but happen to like "color" and "joy" in your life then often the funky printed button down or the hawaiian shirt are simply your only options, especially off the clearance rack.
sleeping with plushes is humiliating because they're the biggest snitches on your fucked up sleep acrobatics. every night i go to bed with a plush critter in my arms and every morning i wake up and they've somehow migrated to face the wall in shame like this
I had an idea for a one-off Rise episode plot and just wanted to quickly sketch up some visuals for it.
The plot goes as follows:
Donnie attempts to invent a cloning machine and, due to some kind of science-y mishap, ends up cloning himself...a lot. But there's a catch to this - the clones aren't exact copies of Donnie, they each possess just ONE of the various facets of his personality (i.e. brainy, broody, sarcastic, passionate, dramatic, mischievous, etc.) and a small portion of his mystic powers. Don tries his darnedest to keep the whole situation under wraps while he searches for a way to fix it, but some of the more rambunctious Donnies quickly escape and begin stirring up trouble in the Lair, so it doesn't stay a secret for very long.
To make matters worse - the real Donnie starts to slowly disappear (something having to do with his existence being divided among the Donnies or blahblahblah fake science explanation). So, while he and the scientist Donnies continue to look for a way to reverse the cloning effect, his brothers and Co. set to work gathering up all the other Donnies so they can put them back where they belong and keep Donnie Prime™ from vanishing.
Hilarity, wholesomeness (and some mild angst) ensues.
(Note: I meant to include April in that second-to-last image, but ran out of room. Just know that she, Splinter, and probably Casey Jr. are all there, as well.)
Have you thought about Emma Winchester recently? You know, Deans amazon warrior daughter from season 7? No? Sorry then. Still immeasurably infuriating me.
Anyway, Happy Father’s Day 🥲 from her and the dozens of kids Dean adopted along the way