AskVladMasters

[Image ID/: First image is a Twitter post with 2 replies. Tweet 1 from Vlad Masters reads: "Did I really lose my blue checkmark? Is it because I have enough money to BUY Twitter without loans?"

Reply: "Careful Fruitloop, you didn't put (PARODY). He'll get you."

Reply from Vlad "It's fine, Daniel, I've met the man in person. He's not that smart."

[Image ID:/ Three tweets. The first is from user Vlad Masters. It reads "Guess who owns Twitter now? How do you like being blocked, @ElonMuskrat?

Oh wait. You're blocked. Because I blocked you. And bought Twitter. From my refrigerator."

Below, it says 'sent from Samsung Smart Fridge.'

Tweet 2: A notification that Elon Muskrat's account has been suspended.

Tweet 3: Vlad Masters: "I promised to change my profile pic to my cat if I couldn't wait to buy Twitter. Joke's on you, Daniel, she's adorable."

Below is a picture of a cute cat.

Daniel, who has changed his name to V-Maaaaaan with an ugly picture of Vlad: "I'll be gentle with the roast for like.... 2 days. This u?"

He attached a screenshot of a 'Best Cat Dad Ever' sweater.

Vlad: "And so it begins. Everyone, roast away. My cat is off limits, she's better than any of you."

Ecto-pocalypse AU Vlad- did I draw inspiration from Silco (Arcane) for his busted eye? Yes. Yes I did. Did I draw this while listening to Hellfire (Hunchback of Norte Dame) and imagine this bastard belting it out over his dystopian kingdom? Yes- yes I did.

My four-year-old sister, however, is under the impression that it’s just “3D freckles”, and that they look very, very pretty. She wants all of my freckles to “pop out”, especially the ones across my nose; they’re her favourite.

And it puts me in this weird position where I can’t say, “No, this is acne, and it’s bad,” because I don’t want to teach her that it’s a bad to have unclear skin, you know?

Because the more I think about interactions I have with children, the more I realise that children will consistently compliment “flaws” until they’ve been taught not to.

Like, a kid at the library, whose sister has vitiligo, saw my scars once and suggested that his sister and I should be cats for Halloween, since I have “tabby skin” and she has “calico skin”. “I can be a black cat,” he immediately added. “It’s not AS cool, but they’re the spookiest.”

When I started losing weight, my little brother immediately demanded that I gain it back, because I wasn’t as comfortable to cuddle with anymore.

And my other little sister always wants to wear her paint-stained clothes to school so that “everyone can tell [she’s] an artist”.