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“It’s not about the Cheerios.”

This was in reference to a story about a kid flipping the HELL out into a full-blown panic about running out of their favorite cereal. Not a tantrum, not a whine-fest, but an all-hands-on-deck, code-red, world-is-ending blowup.

The kid had originally come from a very unstable situation and experienced food deprivation. The new adoptive parents were stumped, because look at all the other food! You’re safe! We can get the Cheerios tomorrow!

But it wasn’t really about the Cheerios, it was about that first flicker of unease triggering all the old trauma. From the outside, it looked ridiculous. To the trauma-trained reaction of the kid’s brain, it made perfect sense.

Human brains are weird, and we’re all out here trying to survive. Sometimes our brains do this in socially acceptable, convenient ways. But not often.

yeah that looks normal… yeah these are all— um. hold on. hang on.

You know, every time I draw something stupid, I think to myself "surely I can't top this!" And then somehow I draw something even dumber

As Pride Month comes to an end, I just want to remind you that July is Disability Pride Month and there's a flag and everything!

Charcoal Grey: Mourning for people who have died due to ableist violence, abuse, suicide, and illness

Red Stripe: Physical disabilities

Gold Stripe: Neurodiversity

Blue Stripe: Emotional and psychiatric disabilities

Green Stripe: Sensory disabilities

I spent almost an entire work shift drawing this tooth-rotting fluff

step two in introducing your pets humans

bonus:

PUT YOUR LIMBS BACK AND HOLD THIS INSTEAD

Trying to be comforting after being called the butcher for the majority of your life and it not going well.. yeah that would ruin my day

I see Grace as the guy who as soon as emotional stuff happens he's like "I've gotta go process this!"