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I haven't streamed in a really long time and I'm getting into the swing of things. Eventually I'll have this stuff figured out properly, so
When does your pet fully trust you?
A stray thought that occured to me today, about pets and trust.
After over 20 years of having pets of all kinds, that came to our house in various stages of trauma and varying levels of experience with humans, there is way always one foolproof way to tell if an animal actually trusts you.
Removing eye crusts.
(I've only had mammals, so I can't speak for birds, repriles and other various and sundry animals, but this rule has held true for numerous cats, dogs, rats, hamsters, two rabbits and a cow.)
Just imagine it. You are likely tiny. Maybe you are big, but most likely small. Maybe you hunt, or maybe you run. Maybe you have paws with claws, or legs with hooves, or almost hands. And you get eye crusts.
Because eye crusts are inevitable when you have eyeballs that need to stay moist and lubricated. And while it's not usually painful or debilitating, it is uncomfortable, and you may not be able to get rid of it yourself.
Enter giant hairless apes with opposable thumbs.
But these apes could be dangerous. Eyes are extremely important but very sensitive, easily vulnerable. Mere carelessness is enough to lose one. Eye crusts are a bother, but removing them isn't worth risking losing such an important organ. If they go near your eyeball with their fingers, they will lose them swiftly, or at least learn better than to try again!
But when that hairless ape, far too big or barely bigger than you, has proven themself worthy of your trust... Then the risk seems acceptable.
So you have a crusty eye. Your paw isn't enough to get it out. It's a bother, but you manage.
Enter a giant hairless ape with opposable thumbs.
This giant hairless ape has been good to you, has provided you food, shelter, warmth and companionship. They have seen and touched your belly, your neck, your ears, and even your young. Not once have you come to harm. They see your eye is bothering you, so they lick one of their strange fingers and bring it to your eye.
You do not stop them, even though you could. The pad of their thumb is soft, but tipped with a claw. But they are careful, and the thin claw maybe skims your brow, but it does not harm your eye. Maybe you squirm, because it's not exactly comfortable, but you do not struggle or stop them, you do not run away.
Because you trust them. Trust that they will not hurt, only help. That they will be careful with you.
You blink, and your eye is clear. The crust is gone, and that strange hand with the opposable thumb is petting your head, your ears, your back.
Good human.
A magnificent boy
a perfect void!! I couldnât help myself
Newborn babies all have terrible eyesight so that their brains donât have to process as much information. Which I think is a little bit funny.
Nature was like âLook, we get it. Thereâs a lot of stuff out here. A lot of pores on your dadâs face. You have no idea what a hand is. Donât worry about the pores for now. Just figure out, in general, what a hand is and then maybe weâll pump it up to high res.â
I only got a decade or so of hi-res life before my eyes were like "actually thats enough, pack it in"
Artists who know how to draw armors or very detailed clothing are powerful
oh to draw embroidery like Alexander Roslin does
See itâs stuff like this that makes me believe that selling your soul to the devil in exchange for talent was a real career track in the 1700s.
[ image id: four closeups from different paintings by artist alexander roslin. each closeup shows extremely detailed lacework and embroidery on clothes from his paintings / end id ]
Every time I bring up something to my dad about how I feel like my transition has gone all wrong heâs like âOh no that happens to cis men tooâ and this is why there needs to be more realistic expectations in media
Me: My beard is so weird and patchy
Dad: Thatâs because youâre 23 years old wait until youâre 40.
Me: I sound all weird and high and feminine
Dad: So do half of the male actors we know
Poll: if your mom remarries when youâre 26 years old is that guy still your stepdad or is he just your momâs husband.
The poll winner seems to be âdepends on whether you like himâ which is super valid.
Mine watches fox news so âmomâs husbandâ it is!
My family has a great way of distinguishing between a new spouse you like and new spouse you disdain!
Your mom/aunt/grandma/etc remarries and they are actually a cool person, you use their first name. So if you were to introduce them they would be: Aunt Jane and Bob.
If your mom/aunt/grandma/etc remarries and they are a fuckwad you introduce them as: this is Aunt Jane and her second husband. The implication being that they are very replaceable and that weâre all just waiting for her to wise up to the situation and serve you divorce papers, she did it once, she can do it again.
MAGNIFICENT
Alright, but what if my mom on her third marriage found a decent man, but my mother herself is shitty
"my stepdad's wife"
@sapphic-sargent your tags omg
You are doing Godâs work
*Hacker voice* I'm in.
wasting the hours 8am-12pm: a philosopherâs morning. wisely savors the ephemeral relaxation of the long dayâs beginning. wise men take note and follow suit.
wasting the hours 12pm-4pm: the psychopathâs deed. no true means of redemption, but the barest start is 50 lashes self-flagellated. guarantees both failure in this life and damnation in the next.
*gets dressed up to spend time in the woods alone*
once at dawn i dressed up in my regency suit and went for a walk in the woods where i heard someone go âohâ (a little like a moan) and i got terrified iâd interrupted someone dogging or something so i immediately tried to walk away before i saw the person in question, who was just walking their dog (dogging in a sense!) and i got even more scared because they were wearing black skinny jeans and a black hoodie so they looked like they had very long slender arms and legs, and both of us were really shaken so i quickly tried to get out of sight. anyway i forgot i was wearing full 1810s regencywear complete with hat and probably looked significantly more like a ghost than they did. remember youâre never alone in the woods
imagine walking your dog in the woods and seeing an obvious Regency-era ghost notice you and bolt out of sight, visibly shaken
I'm CRYING this is hilarious
hey shout the fuck out to. dragons. people dont talk enough about dragons on this site. theyre sick as fuck and they do so much for everyone aged 4-84 w undiagnosed autism. be grateful
he did stay in the bed after i put it back down ;w;
before anyoneâs like âgimme da babyâ I will happily share the baby
[ID: a doodle comic showing a person sitting at a drawing tablet, looking down at a small gray cat kneading a fuzzy pink cat bed. The person thinks to themself; âI want to go get a drink but Shu will follow me to the kitchen and he just got in his little bedâŚâ The second panel shows the person walking, holding a coke can in one hand and the cat wrapped in his bed like a burrito under their other arm. they have a big smile and an arrow pointing to them that says âGeniusâ.
The second is a photo of the real cat, curled up on the fluffy pink cat bed. end ID]
Evil Shakespeare be like: MacDeath
i'm not like other girls. i'm an evil wizard
and yet you donât have the url⌠iâd cast a fireball at ya if you were worth the spell slot
if i needed a themed blog and url to signal to people that i'm an evil wizard i would've quit out of shame already
the distortion of "there is potential profit we did not earn" as "there is money we lost" is fascinating and disgusting to me. "megamediaconglomerate lost $1,000,000,000 to piracy this year" is a flat out lie. it is not true. they did not have a billion dollars, that they now do not have. they felt entitled to one billion dollars, that they did not have, and still do not have. it's an infuriating perversion of the truth
cant believe i lost $1000 when i told some guy at walmart to give it to me and he said no