K. Petrykowska ART "Cosmic Borzoi" 2023

European Wildcat | Lubo Ondráško

PSA because I have gotten this more and more as service dog awareness has gotten more and more in the past couple years.

I find this mostly to be a problem in like queer disabled spaces. I run into the problem of people, wanting to respect my service dog so much that they don’t really respect me..(?) like they’re visibly like walking on eggshells whenever they’re near me. No one sits next to me or talks to me. I think in an attempt to not “offend me” by distracting my dog when they don’t even know me.

I don’t know if this will go for all handlers, but it goes for everyone I’ve talked to. You will be fine around a service dog handler if you were not purposely trying to distract it. If you’re doing something just cause like fidgeting or somethingand the dog gets distracted that’s on the handler and the dogs training. It’s not your fault, and stop apologizing for it. It gets quite annoying after a while.

TLDR a treat service dog handlers like people and like the dog isn’t there. 

What exactly am I supposed to do? Be horny and stupid for the rest of my life?

fucked up and evil that i Have been drawing and writing all through january but none of you are allowed to see it

so i took out the trash today like the good house husband i am not, leaving behind the rank smell of long forgotten noodles and the regrets of two people with memory issues

i, like any good tumblr citizen, remember the tales of the person who put two cups of vanilla extract in their oven so i did the sensible thing to get out two Caps of extract

just then, inspiration struck. a bolt of lightning straight from the muses themselves, if i could use vanilla extract.... who's to say i couldn't use other extracts?

i scoured the cabinets, i knew my partner had secreted away some illicit non-vanilla type extracts for baking, and i found it.

hidden in the back of the cabinet was a lone bottle of mint extract

i emptied my two caps with abandon into an (oven safe) glass dish and gleefully set the oven for 300 for an hour

all that was left now was to wait for the sins of the mind to be purged by the mighty mint leaf

ten minutes in... starting to smell kinda like a thin mint

fifteen minutes in, i take a nice deep breath of lovely scented air and i am greeted by searing burning minty pain

i launch myself towards the kitchen, every step closer to mint hell, every orifice on my face burning with the freezing righteous flame of menthol

im fumbling for the oven mitt to rid my home of this foul demon, i pry the oven open and am hit with a blast unlike anything else

i feel what that vine kid taking shots of mouthwash feels, i was seared raw, my tits were blown clean off, and it was just me and that devilish beguiling minty fresh taste

quickly dumping the rest into the sink i ran towards the door, begging for the sweet sweet smell of un-minted air

learning nothing from this encounter, i dare to try once more, with the tumblr-approved extract this time

wish me luck

A cottage kitchen can look unexpectedly dramatic treated to rich, contrasting colours. Here, green and crimson make an effective foil for the buttery glaze of brown and cream slipware.

Country Kitchens, 1991

A feast for kings

Affection

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