it's about time I start drawing the shittiest slutty pictures of Mr Sheridan
hello I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. The anonymity of tumblr means that I associate my idea/image of you with your icon and sometimes I look at people’s icons and I’m like ‘hmmm….what is that and why?’
so pls reblog this and comment in the tags the meaning behind your icon and why you chose it. this is a social experiment. do it for science pls.
Mini Cinnamon Roll Cheesecakes
this is a message from the future, it will make sense later.
just a few hours left until the blue haired people run the earth btw
unpopular opinion but I love it when people write essays for fun on the internet. I don’t think it’s cringe if you’re being polite and coherent and making your own post instead of making unwanted additions to other people’s posts. why say something in a 7 word meme format sentence, faking disaffection and chillness, when you could flesh it out in 7 paragraphs of sincere and substantial nuance. not just for seriousness but for fun concepts, is what i have in mind. for talking about a story or character. for talking about life. talking about anything. this is a wordy person safe zone
Sheridan and Calarts had been flirting with each other for weeks, and they finally decided to go on a date. They met at a cozy cafe that was known for its figure drawing sessions on Wednesday nights. As soon as they sat down at a table by the window, Sheridan couldn't resist the urge to pull out his sketchbook. Calarts noticed and chuckled.
"Are you going to draw me?" Calarts asked, raising an eyebrow. Sheridan blushed.
"I-I guess I couldn't resist the opportunity. You have such a strong, defined form," he stuttered. Calarts grinned.
"Well, in that case, I'll be happy to pose for you." He struck a dramatic pose, flexing his muscles.
Sheridan laughed and started sketching. As he drew, he couldn't help but admire Calarts's strong lines and curves. He was so focused on his work that he barely noticed the time passing. After a while, Calarts glanced over at Sheridan's sketchbook.
"Can I see?" he asked. Sheridan hesitated for a moment before handing over the sketchbook. Calarts looked at the drawing and his eyes widened in surprise.
"Sheridan, this is amazing!" he exclaimed. "You captured every detail so perfectly. I feel like I'm right there on the page." Sheridan felt his cheeks flush with pride.
"Thanks, Calarts. You make it easy to draw. You have such a dynamic pose." Calarts grinned.
"Well, I'm flattered. And I have to say, I'm really impressed with your skills. You have a real talent for capturing the essence of a subject." Sheridan beamed. He had always known that he had a passion for drawing, but it was rare for someone to appreciate his work as much as Calarts did.
As they continued to talk and sketch, Sheridan couldn't help but feel a strong connection to Calarts. He had never met someone who understood and appreciated his art the way Calarts did. As the night went on, Sheridan knew that he was falling for Calarts. And as they walked home together, hand in hand, he knew that this was the start of something special.
one (1) messed-up creature
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i would like to present a modern alternative to sewing pockets because not everyone wears large dresses you can hids your pockets in: thigh bags.
features:
- expanded pocket storage
- separate compartments to organize your keys, cards, fidgetspinners, and other nicknacks
- look cool like that tomb runner lady
- excellent addition to your techwear outfit
- gender neutral so you and your homies can all wear them
- strappy bois.
We spend so much time arguing about corsets when we could be spreading the gospel of "women's clothes DID used to have pockets and they were F*CKING HUGE and we should bring them back"
By the way, if you've just discovered the Jingle Bells on the top of the menu, and been playing around with them, have you also discovered that you can play with the bells by using the search bar?
Copy the below:
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Click on a bell. Paste it into the search bar. Enjoy.
please can we talk about artisan soap. why does it look so tasty. you cant look me in the face and not tell me it looks like fudge.