Mr-sheridan - Mr Sheridan

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"

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

Day 10 of barefoot shoes now! Here are some observations:

The ground is so utterly interesting!!! Especially the netherlands where everything is cobble and the footpaths are bumpy (bec the ground keeps sinking perpetually). I was missing this outlet of sensory info with normal shoes. I also like to wrap my feet along the edge of a stair.

Touching my toes to the edges of the shoe no longer feels like a stretch. In time my foot should expand enough that it naturally brushes the sides. I suspect if I wear my old shoe again it will feel very cramped already.

I also now walk more like a cat or a pawed animal for that matter. I see other people put their heel first, while I now put my foot down paw first. Apparently this is good not only for my feet, but also my leg, which should get thiccer, with the joints lasting longer. We shall see.

My socks don't get smelly at all and last for a week or more, though that maybe bec the shoe is new.

Obligatory cat walking gif with fun (unrelated) fact:

One time a friend told me that if she wanted to have a chill night she would come to me and ask for tea and a book to read. I didn’t like tea at the time, but I always made sure my cupboards had them in case she needed a quiet night. One time I told my boss that I loved oranges, but couldn’t peel them because of my nails. For a year he made sure to peel me one at least once a week. Once my friends gave me a made up superlative of “most likely to have a pen they could borrow” and ever since I’ve made sure I always carry a pen with me. A long time ago, my high school librarian told me that no one would care what my grade in my sophomore chemistry class was if I’m bringing them doughnuts and asking them about their day.

for reference this is the really old reference page that i made a while ago i keep thinking ill update but really i probably wont

I think if i put into words how happy this type of image makes me I would get diagnosed with something

Sure I could try the shoelaces thing, or I could just advertise I'm on tumblr on my water bottle.

more of that ai shit: calarts poses for sheridan as a figure model

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.