I've decided I love punk Steve but only if he still looks and acts exactly the same way, he just also happens to own every punk record he's been able to get his hands on since '78
Eddie loses his mind the first time he stays over and sees Steve's massive record collection
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courtesy of the enablers in my notes, here is my Flamingo Wisdom gained from the catch today
first of all, a flamingo separated from its flock (as it has to be when you are moving that beast around) is kind of like a horse, in that it will freak the fuck out if a leaf so much as moves in the corner of its eye, and it really really really wants to break its stupid twig legs by any means necessary. and you really cannot let them do this, because they will probably die, but they are stronger than they look and despite their insane 70+yrs captive lifespan they appear pretty fucking determined to spectacularly remove themselves from this mortal coil. if they cannot kill themselves, they will simply attempt to kill something else; if you do not personally clamp their beaks shut using your entire hand they will reach around with their long stupid tube necks and start swinging without hesitation. they bite, and will rip out hair and earrings and whatever else in reach they can get their fucked up beaks on. several of the flamingos were covered in visible blood stains of unknown origin before even picking them up, and half the day was spent wondering if one had been attacked and was doing all this bleeding, but as far as i know nobody ended up finding any which left way more questions than answers
to transport a flamingo is a two-person effort, because they are so long and so desperate to fuck up themselves or whoever is around them that you need at least two sets of hands to pull it off safely. one person holds the flamingo facing backwards tucked under one arm kind of like a set of bagpipes. with the other arm you have to hold both legs apart, because if they are allowed to lash out you get fun accidents like "vet tech pummeled in the balls with full force of both flamingo feet at once, advised to leave premises". you have to hold the legs facing downwards, otherwise the circulation gets cut off, as they are physically incapable of pumping their own blood down there without the effects of gravity. the resulting effect looks kind of like you are holding a guitar wrong, or slow-dancing in a really fucked up way. it is also objectively impossible to place your hands on the bird in a way that you will not get pissed on.
the second person has to stand just behind the first and supervises the head, holding its beak shut as shown and supporting the neck in a comfortable position. some flamingos do not Have a comfortable position and will just spend the entire time wriggling and trying to bite you, which you just kind of have to deal with. you also get direct eye contact with the beast at all times, which is. interesting and unnerving
the only people handling them solo were the vet in charge of weighing the animals, the guy sticking them into the back of a van, and my boss, who stood in the corral chasing groups of them into a smaller pen for catching. every time a pair came to collect their next bird he would open the door to the pen, head in alone, you'd briefly hear the most fucked up cartoon fistfight-esque noises from inside, and about thirty seconds later he would reappear with an entire flamingo tucked casually under one arm like a football and just hand it to you. most baffling part of the entire experience, i think
despite the turbulence however they did make it safely to their new home :)
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I don't think I ever posted this? I drew this when I first trying out a feel for Miranda Vanerbilt's design (for the "I think we're going to have to kill this guy") + the sketch (well, lineart too, I didn't have a separate sketch and lineart) before I moved onto making the dress
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Body: So, you know there's that Thing today that you're really stressed about?
Me: Yeah?
Body: We've decided to give you agonising physical pain about it.
Me: ...
Body: Just thought it would help take your mind off of things.
Me: Great.
Body: You're welcome.
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no offence but you shouldn't be proud of not knowing the names of those you interact with regularly. you sound like you think you're above these people, which i'm sure isn't actually the case. humans are built for making human connections, it's the only thing that matters at the end of the day
blah blah blah
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Basil, Sunny says your hair is, and I quote, "incredibly fluffy". But what about Sunny's hair? What do you think of his hair Basil?
"... Fluffy..?
Um, I don't know if I should answer-"
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I'm so sorry, Box. It's always hard when an animal you care for completely flips. Whether it be aggression or not, it's just tragic to witness. I wish you and your partner the best in dealing with this tough situation <3
thanks man. he's chilled out now. i'm hoping getting him his shots and neutering him will help because i know his hormones are making him feel crazy frustrated. i wish his previous owners would have given a damn enough about him to get him neutered but of course they wouldn't have, the mom of that family literally got him out of a walmart parking lot for free and who wouldn't want a free cutie little runt kitty?!?! nevermind the fact that they were living in a fucking hotel at the time with four kids.
i try my hardest to be patient with him because he's literally a cat, but let's just say i think i need therapy bc sometimes i wanna gmod ragdoll into the sun because i can't understand what he wants
poor kitty gets terrified when i pull out a spray bottle. and he hates children so terribly much (goes airplane mode when he hears them outside and scratched one of said family's child for getting too close) so i can only fucking imagine what it was like in that tiny, filthy, hoarded ass apartment
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russian propaganda's main goal is to not just spread disinformation but to turn you into a bot and create a bot army
And thus turn a whole society so that it does its bidding. Ignoring the war is an intermediate goal. An ultimate goal is to make you love putin and give in to him despite the fact he's never done anything for you. You as in -- you, citizens of the free world, who he's gradually changing so that you call freedom slavery and slavery freedom. You'll be his without him firing a shot.
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