Yes a lot of things are awful a lot of the time but sometimes you can just go outside and find birds that are in their awkward teenager phase that still have some of their fluffy baby feathers so they look all goofy and ruffled and that makes it better I think
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Soap's Da had a saying, "There's two types of snake keepers, those that have been bitten and those that are lying bastards". And John "Soap" MacTavish is many things but a liar isn't one of them... Unless you count making any and every possible excuse to avoid letting Ghost into his room. But does that really count?
A liar he is not but stupid he definitely may be. Intellectually he knows that Wee Man is getting big enough that he shouldn't be free handling him without a spotter, it'd been one of the first things his parents had drilled into his head before he was allowed to even think about getting out the bigger snakes. and intellectually of course he realizes that he probably ought to have a spotter for feeding time too. But Wee Man is so sweet and really he's not that big. So now he's here, with a 7 1/2 foot python latched onto his arm and the stupid fucking rat dangling from the stupid fucking tongs, thankfully it's a frozen thawed otherwise it'd be even more of a shit show.
He's next to certain the snake nicked a vein or something with the amount of blood starting to pool on his cement floor. Fuck.
His head is starting to get a wee bit fuzzy and the arm Wee Man has is well past pins and needles when he remembers what he needs to do, and realizes that he's just been standing there bleeding out like a clueless bawbag. He grabs the handle of Vodka he keeps for any number of emergencies and quickly splashes some over the snake's head, cursing none to quietly at the burn in his punctures. Wee Man drops his wrist like he's been burned, tearing back with as much of a confused expression as a snake can make. Soap tosses the rat into the python's cage and fumbles for a minute before he manages to work his arm free of the slackening coils, pushing Wee Man in after it. Slamming the door near hard enough to shatter it he's left standing in the tiny walkway he's left for himself: tongs in one hand, vodka in the other; blood dripping from his wrist, and a brain fuzzy enough to make into a down comforter.
The rational part of his brain would have him check into medical with a convenient fib, but blood loss does silly things to a man, like making him laugh at terrible jokes and flirt shamelessly with his stunning superior officer.
"Johnny?" Wide brown eyes peer down at him through a crooked balaclava.
So it really isn't much of a surprise when he finds himself swaying in front of Ghost's door, clutching his wrist as he leaves a trail of crimson splotches down the hallway. He's trying to wrap his brain around the concept of knocking when the door in front of him eases open.
"Allo Lt, lovely night we're having. Could ah ask ye a favor?"
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siblings of the century
[Image ID: three digital sketches done in brown pen on a pastel blue background. On the left is a semi-realistic portrait of a teenage Alfendi Layton, a child Katrielle Layton, and adult Flora Reinhold-Layton. Alfendi is carrying Katrielle on his back and Flora is on his right. Flora and Katrielle are smiling, Alfendi is not. On the upper right is a sketch of adult Katrielle, Alfendi, and Lucy Baker. Katrielle is in the foreground, smiling with her eyes closed and her finger raised in confidence, saying 'I'm 57% certain!'. Alfendi and Lucy are behind her, both looking nervous. Lucy is looking to the side and asking 'That's not how it works, is it?' and Alfendi has his eyes closed and his hand on his neck and is saying 'No, it's not.' In the lower right is a messy sketch of Alfendi and Katrielle bickering. Alfendi is holding Katrielle's hat out of her reach and is saying 'Stop being an idiot!' and Katrielle is yelling 'Stop being a jerk!' /.End ID]
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I've had a strange dream tonight..
There was a small round pound and a lot of fish were roaming in it in circles! Fish, and one squid-like creature that also had some eldrich glow emitted from itself. I kept trying to catch a fish all the time, with something like a bug net for some reason and not a fishing road, but they ALWAYS slipped away from me! And at last I've caught one fish but someone near me pointed out that it was dead, in a very grumpy "told you so" manner.. So I looked at that fish, and true, it didn't move. And also strangely had two heads, second head instead of tail, even though in the water it looked normal..
It made me despair and I let it slip back into the pond, and finally decided to abandon the fish and give that eldrich squid a chance. Not only it was way easier to catch than fish, but it even seemed to like me, wrapping tentacles around my arms, then I woke up. Strangely, before alarm clock, too
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Actually on the train of thought of tfs being semi horrific in a sci-fi way, I think just their presence on the planet would rlly effect nature on a ecological scale. like if they crashed on earth and immediately started to try to hide away from people, they wouldn't rlly be able to stop scientists hearing reports of things not being right in this location they crashed in. fishers complaining about a lack of fish, animals acting weird, and traces of metals that are unlike those on earth. That would be fucked up yeah?
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my two fave quotes from cheng is 'why do i have to be punished like this? in ancient times, i would have married you 800 times and then repudiate you another 800 times.' and 'how i miss the time when you were trembling on the bed and didn't dare to say a word. cheers.'
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yes one of the funniest thing about the history of science/the bumbling stumbling tread onward that humanity makes to meet the sciences (to me) is the presentation of the watchmaker analogy (which first of all--is a killer name) as evidence for the divine creation of man/animals, the reasoning behind which was (very much simplified): “the eye is so complex a feature that it surely indicates that something made it deliberately--this feature could not have been made from random mutations and chance adaptations to the environment” and then it turning out that the eye was not a feature that evolved once and was carried on down the line, with one common ancestor having one and then passing the eye onto a million different branches of animals, but instead that the eye has cropped up at least eight separate times that we know of, and that many different evolutionary pathways have developed a similar feature for light/motion detection... but my point here was that. uhh. assuming that the eye has appeared with such regularity just on earth, it can be assumed that that’s one feature which may be common among life on other planets (though--like carl sagan wrote in ‘the cosmic connection’ it may be that some hypothetical species--depending on the conditions of their planet--may have evolved an ‘eye’ which detects other types of light more appropriate to their surroundings. some may see other phenomena, such as radio waves, uv, etc. if that is more prevalent where they are from) but uhhhh watching star trek makes me wish that there was some hint of truth to it/some deeply odd and imaginative biologists working on their science consulting teams because i’d give anything, anything, to see what they could come up with for the physiological features of different species. how is the cardassian experience of time (in which memory is not something classified as distinctly “passed” and is instead being recalled, like a projection over the experiences they’re presently engaging in, such that it seems they--at all times--are playing with children’s toys beside their mother in the library at a home long since abandoned, and at the same time laying awake at night in a bunk at the boarding school they attended as an adolescent, while at the present they are working at their job) reflected by the anatomy of their cerebrum? how does the innervation of their eyes compare to that of their human counterparts?
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I’ve mentioned this on Twitter with like zero real structure but...I thought about it more.
Slice of life fantasy anime that revolves around all the ways you can cook hentai tentacles. Protag just goes around killing things like the Kraken of the Dark and the Unseeable Thing of Horrors, cooking the tentacles in cool ways.
This eventually leads to positive social change. Less tentacle rape happens. It’s safer for ordinary folk to travel previously unexplored areas. Copycats wrangle the beasts, too (potential rivals?). World hunger ends.
“But isn’t that just weird vor-” Shh. SHHHHHHHHHHH. Let me have my stupid idea.
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