This Is Actually Beautiful. When I Was A Kid, I Enjoyed Sesame Street, I'd Say, About An Average Amount

Just a reminder that this was an ad in an actual Marvel comic

And now for something completely different.

This is the ADHD Teapot. I made it in a ceramics class a few years ago. I use it to explain executive dysfunction to people who haven’t come across the term before (and those who think of ADHD mostly as Hyperactive Eight Year Old Boy Syndrome).

So, most people’s brains are like a regular shaped teapot with a single spout. Let’s say that your time, energy, focus etc is the liquid you have in the teapot. Your executive function is the spout, that directs the tea into the specific cup you want to fill-aka the task that you’re meant to be doing. Spills happen occasionally, but generally most of the tea goes in the right cup.

If you have executive dysfunction, (a symptom of ADHD, trauma, autism, schizophrenia etc.) you have multiple spouts going in different directions. You can try pointing one of them at your chosen cup and you will probably get some liquid in there, perhaps you will even fill it right up (finish the task). But meanwhile, tea is also pouring out of several other places and not going where you want it. If you have another container nearby, perhaps some of it will end up in there. But quite a lot of it is going to end up on the floor and accomplish nothing.

And at the end of the day you’ll have filled one or two cups ( or sometimes not even one) compared to the five or six that somebody with the same sized teapot (but only one spout) has filled, and everyone wonders why you’re so bad at getting tea poured, and why you make such a mess in the process.

One day I’d like to spend more time learning pottery and create a really technically good fucked up little adhd teapot. But that’s a long way off since i currently live in the outback and the nearest pottery workshop is some 400km away. But I figure that for now, it might be a useful or interesting metaphor to somebody even in its rough draft form.

This post is the cup I filled instead of cleaning my house btw.

I genuinely think tiktok users are the dumbest motherfuckers on the planet actually

Sometimes I'll be scrolling through Tumblr, and I'll see a post that I'll relate to, as is the human experience. But I don't reblog a lot of things, because it feels to me that if I do that without setting up a 'name' for myself, for lack of a better term, no one will want to be friends with me, so I think, oh, I'll just post that but in my own words and I realize, no, just be yourself -_-

Don't know why I'm posting this, but hey, gotta post to get followers ✌️ anyways I'm just making Mac and cheese 😂 wait. Is it Mac and Cheese or Mac n Cheese? I'm gonna stop now.

please fucking watch this because i've been hyperventilating trying to not laugh so hard at it i wake my fucking spouse up

every time…

I have so much respect for Ryan R Reynolds for playing the long game. For YEARS he pitched scripts, dropped references, made phone calls, begged, PLEADED with studios to make his gay ass ship sail, despite one of the characters being played by an actor who LITERALLY RETIRED. And yet he never gave up. He kept going for so long that he eventually PULLED THAT ACTOR OUT OF RETIREMENT to do it. They slipped past censors with an r rating and LOADS of subtext to create what is possibly the gayest superhero movie of all time. And Ryan finally got to live out his homoerotic dreams to see his deadpoolxwolverine5everrrr ship become as close to canon as physically possible AND also flirt with Hugh Jackman for an entire project. It’s the most inspiring story of 2024. Never give up on ur dreams <3 especially if they’re gay as hell

Friendly little PSA from Kitty Pryde that I drew at work real quick

Buying your first eah doll was crazy. You open up the pretty doll you got for like $20 and to your surprise it comes with a cute little journal! So you open up what you think will be a fun story about like baking cupcakes or boy trouble and instead get a story about the hopelessness of living in an oppressive system and the impossible weight of generational trauma