After Listening To The TAZ: Dadlands Liveshow, I Was Struck With An Idea For A Sequel Dadlands Quest.

after listening to the TAZ: Dadlands liveshow, I was struck with an idea for a sequel Dadlands quest.

In the dead of night, dads across the wastes suddenly awaken. They have sensed a shift in the air, a tiny alteration of the stagnant local climate. With dawning fury, the six Dad Clans realize that this could only mean one thing.

Someone has touched the Thermostat.

Dadlands 2: Winds of Change

I wish every autistic person good luck during the holiday season. You don’t owe a hug to anyone. You don’t need to talk to everyone. It’s alright to find quieter and darker spaces if needed and if anybody gives you a hard time for showing your traits, it’s their problem and they need to be responsible. 

hey @ goyim could y'all reblog this if you're actually willing to listen to Jewish people and protect us?

we really need allies right now, and I know seeing this on people’s blogs could be comforting to other Jewish people.

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I’m Honestly Fed Up With All The Bad News, So I Illustrated 50 Of The Best Ones From 2019

We are often bombarded with fear-mongering and shocking headlines that make us feel that the world is falling apart. However, while it’s imp

This made my day. Read the rest here.

So heartbroken I’m not able to attend my former student’s funeral. I’m so broken from this. I’m trying everyday to not cry because in my world as a First Nation, suicide is a huge topic and often youth have the highest rate. My heart is hurting, but I must be strong for my daughter. I wish I had the funds to go... a better car to travel in so I won’t worry about it falling apart..

I keep thinking what should I do to replace the fact I’m not able to come. I wanted to show up for my other students. I wanted to be supportive. I wanted to say my farewells to my student and to tell her I will see you in the spirit world one day and be free. I cry thinking about the memories of teaching the class, watching them during gym while they played outside. She loved to jump rope with her friends. Do cartwheels. She had a hard time during math and English. So I would have to help her during class time.

I hope more is done for First Nations. More suicide prevention. The youth are dying to grief, identity loss, confusion, sadness. We all need more healing. This is a crisis.

Xmas with my family this year has been.... fascinating.

the cat’s been totally whacked out on The Nip for three hours.

my Christmas gift was a giant jar of peanut butter.

someone may have gifted us weed cookies? we’re not sure yet (saving them for later).

my brother and I spent ten solid minutes slapping each other with unnecessarily long Slim Jims until his broke and I shouted “YOU HAVE UNLEASHED THE MEATS,” instantaneously slaying everyone in the room.

my dad bought the dog one of those screaming chicken toys and I swear to you there is nothing more instantly dicksoftening than the reverberating noise of rubber anguish.

Chaos Reigns.