I am so sad that this has happened at my nearby zoo in Knoxville, TN and I just wanted to share it with someone I knew would sympathize. 33 reptiles (out of 52 at the zoo) passed away overnight, and they have no idea why; they tried to resuscitate but were unable, and many breeding programs and many severely endangered species have been lost. It's so darn sad and the people who worked with these animals are devastated. (I was going to link you the story but can't post links in asks sorry!)
Yeah, I saw that. It’s really awful, and as far as I can tell from some of the face book discussions they still have no idea what happened. They’ll probably be doing necropsies on them (animal autopsies) and want to get all of them done before they announce a cause, unless there’s something unrelated to the necropsies that ends up indicating what happened. It’s definitely a devastating incident and those keepers must feel so bad that they couldn’t do anything or even be there to try to help.
“I must have dropped it, in all the excitement,” I said. “Just as well; I’ve no idea what to do with it. I’d likely have stabbed myself if I’d tried to use it.”
Ned eyed Jamie censoriously over his half-spectacles.
“Ye gave her a knife and didn’t teach her to use it?”
“There wasna time, under the circumstances,” Jamie defended himself. “But Ned’s right, Sassenach. Ye should learn how to handle arms. There’s no tellin’ what may happen on the road, as ye saw last night.”
So I was marched out into the center of a clearing and the lessons began. Seeing the activity, several of the MacKenzie men came by to investigate, and stayed to offer advice. In no time, I had half a dozen instructors, all arguing the fine points of technique. After a good deal of amiable discussion, they agreed that Rupert was likely the best among them at dirks, and he took over the lesson.
He found a reasonably flat spot, free of rocks and pine cones, in which to demonstrate the art of dagger-wielding.
“Look, lass,” he said. He held the dagger balanced on his middle finger, resting an inch or so below the haft. “The balance point, that’s where ye want to hold it, so it fits comfortable in yer hand.” I tried it with my dagger. When I had it comfortably fitted, he showed me the difference between an overhand strike and an underhanded stab.
“Generally, ye want to use the underhand; overhand is only good when ye’re comin’ down on someone wi’ a considerable force from above.” He eyed me speculatively, then shook his head.
“Nay, you’re tall for a woman, but even if ye could reach as high as the neck, ye wouldna have the force to penetrate, unless he’s sittin’. Best stick to underhand.” He pulled up his shirt, revealing a substantial furry paunch, already glistening with sweat.
“Now, here,” he said, pointing to the center, just under the breastbone, “is the spot to aim for, if ye’re killin’ face to face. Aim straight up and in, as hard as ye can. That’ll go into the heart, and it kills wi’in a minute or two. The only problem is to avoid the breastbone; it goes down lower than ye think, and if ye get yer knife stuck in that soft bit on the tip, it will hardly harm yer victim at all, but ye’ll be wi’out a knife, and he’ll ha’ you. Murtagh! Ye ha’ a skinny back; come ’ere and we’ll show the lass how to stick from the back.” Spinning a reluctant Murtagh around, he yanked up the grubby shirt to show a knobbly spine and prominent ribs. He poked a blunt forefinger under the lower rib on the right, making Murtagh squeak in surprise.
“This is the spot in back— either side. See, wi’ all the ribs and such, ’tis verra difficult to hit anythin’ vital when ye stab in the back. If ye can slip the knife between the ribs, that’s one thing, but that’s harder to do than ye might think. But here, under the last rib, ye stab upward into the kidney. Get him straight up, and hell drop like a stone.”
Rupert then set me to try stabbing in various positions and postures. As he grew winded, all the men took it in turns to act as victim, obviously finding my efforts hilarious. They obligingly lay on the grass or turned their backs so I could ambush them, or leaped at me from behind, or pretended to choke me so I could try to stab them in the belly.
The spectators urged me on with cries of encouragement, and Rupert instructed me firmly not to pull back at the last moment.
“Thrust as though ye meant it, lass,” he said. “Ye canna pull back if it’s in earnest. And if any o’ these laggards canna get themselves out of the way in time, they deserve what they get.”
I was timid and extremely clumsy at first, but Rupert was a good teacher, very patient and good about demonstrating moves, over and over. He rolled his eyes in mock lewdness when he moved behind me and put his arm about my waist, but he was quite businesslike about taking hold of my wrist to show me the way of ripping an enemy across the eyes.
Dougal sat under a tree, minding his wounded arm and making sardonic comments on the training as it progressed. It was he, though, who suggested the dummy.
“Give her something she can sink her dirk into,” he said, when I had begun to show some facility at lunging and jabbing. “It’s a shock, the first time.”
Heya! I'm Anon Tris, and I have an idea/prompt/thingie. Imagine the 2p allies or axis just walking to the World Meeting when a six year old just runs into them before glancing over her shoulder in a paranoid way. In the distance is what seems to be a mad male heading their way, to which the child jumps up and hides behind one of them, clutching onto their pants while quickly explaining what happened and why she's running. I didn't see any rules, so sorry if I end up breaking them. Sorry. ; v ;
2p!America (Allen Jones): This man absolutely loves kids. Whenever he sees a child on the streets, he’ll ‘adopt’ them– by that I mean, he just makes sure that they’re happy by providing them food and water. To see one in a world meeting, he’ll melt but at the same time be worried. She looks paranoid, and the axis can be quite dangerous. He’ll hold her closely. When he sees the man, he’ll quickly push the girl over to Oliver before taking care of the man.
2p!Canada (James Williams): He doesn’t like children. At all. However he won’t be rude. He’ll just let her cling onto him; she looks quite scared… when he sees the source of the little girl’s anxiety, his heart will begin racing. He doesn’t like children like stated before, but it’s wrong for a child to be afraid of somebody who appears to be their own father. Like Allen, he’ll carefully shoo the kid over to either Allen or Oliver before trying to settle matters with this man.
2p!France (François Bonnefoy): See James. However unlike James, he won’t be very peaceful with the man. He gets irritated easily, so the confrontation with the man will get physical even quicker than it does with James.
2p!England (Oliver Kirkland): He loves children! However to see one so terrified and in a meeting makes him anxious. He’ll instinctively hold the child close to him and try to calm them down; they seem scared. When it comes down to the man, he won’t be able to confront them. So either Allen or James will step in for him while he comforts the girl, trying to talk to her and listen about what’s going on.
2p!China (Xiao Wang): See Oliver. However unlike Oliver, he’ll actually give the child to Oliver or Allen. He’s a hell of a lot better at fighting than Oliver is, so he’ll actually go up and confront the dad and will be able to handle it if it gets physical.
2p!Russia (Viktor Braginsky): He’s not fond of children, at all. He may even try and shoo them away with no avail. He can tell that they’re afraid, though. When he sees the source of the child’s fear, he will get up and ask the child to stay at his chair before confronting the man. With him, he can handle it if it gets physical- he’s a strong man but he doesn’t like to fight. Instead he’ll restrain the man and call the cops.
So like … I’ve had these guys for about two years, but they’ve only grown maybe an inch! I’ve tried giving them a little water VS a lot water, gritty soil VS humusy soil, direct light VS indirect light, etc., etc… . They went a bit yellow/dry for a bit, then starting growing verrrry slowly a few months ago, and developed some scalloped edges on the leaves. I have them under a grow light now and started giving them more water. Here’s hoping they’ll finally do something interesting! Oh, I also have no idea what they are. I THINK they’re from the US Botanic Garden, but I can’t remember. Are they … cotyledon tomentosa? kalanchoe millotii? plectranthus tomentosa?
Last night something really funny happened that is somewhat embarrassing for myself but it’s so hilarious I’ve been cracking up about it all day. Thus, I must share it.
I dreamed I was trying to concoct a recipe for banana daiquiris. I knew it needed to have bananas and coconut rum in it, but there was an elusive third ingredient that would really elevate it. I tried as hard as I could to remember what it was.
The answer came to me and I jolted awake. I nudged my sleeping husband and whispered excitedly,
And as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I realized that, holy shit, I have no idea where they came from, because I knew it was supposed to be vanilla yogurt. So I hastily tried to correct myself while my husband muttered, “What are you talking about,” but he was probably asleep the whole time anyway. I was so surprised I had to write the words down in my phone so I wouldn’t forget. Even throughout the day I had to go back and look at it, because I couldn’t remember what I had said.
Yeah, sleep is weird, dreams are weird, I am weird. Life is fun!
I just started seeing a therapist for reasons and she thinks that my constant moving/stimming is just making my anxiety worse bc it releases even more adrenaline and makes me more and more anxious and basically in a vicious circle. I dont know how to explain to her that I have to stim and that it doesn't make the anxiety worse but better and when I tried to stay still it made me feel worse. She didnt really believe me when I just said it straight out. Do you have any ideas on what to say to her?
If she didn’t believe you, I’d find a different therapist, or educate her on what stimming is, but that shouldn’t be your job and she shouldn’t be invalidating you.
It’s not tarot related though. What would you guys think about a witchy cookbook? Ideally it would be a collection of favorite tried and true recipes from tumblr witches with different intents.. I’d like it to be a mix of stuff too, seasonal dishes, spoonie friendly recipes, some vegetarian food, etc. I love cooking and experimenting with new recipes, but most cookbooks are written by people who are at least twice my age who have more time/money/ingredients than your average 20ish year old.. It’d be really cool to have a ton of good (not super complicated) recipes all in one place! Thoughts?
I’m so bored and my twitter and tumblr are so quiet and I have no idea what to draw.. every afternoon it’s pretty much the same… x"D at least I tried to draw a guy.. and it looks the same weird stiff way as always x"D
i can’t stop laughing about how many people have seen vox machina together in their entirety
and at least some of them have to have noticed that every single member of the party wears a single stud earring on one ear but never saw them actually use the earrings to communicate
so they’re just out there, assuming that the saviors of tal’dorei decided at some point that the only true way to express their friendship was for all of them to go out and get identical friendship earrings
imagine keith struggling with his crush on lance and having no idea how to approach the guy, so he resolves to asking him directly about it but pretending it’s about someone else.
“so there’s this guy i like…. and you’re really good okay at flirting so i thought i could ask for your help”
lance gets suspicious bc they haven’t met many people in space (and also i love the idea of lance figuring out and having fun with it) “sure man no problem! you could use some of my pickup lines if you want! what’s he like?”
and keith tries to give this really vague description of lance which eventually ends in him just gushing about lance. “he’s such a funny guy” “i love his smile” “he’s brave and generous i admire him” “we um..started off with the wrong foot and now i can’t stop thinking about him” “my favourite color is blue like his eyes” *blushes even harder than before*
lance, smiling knowingly: wow sounds like you got it real bad
keith: i just want him to notice me you know? i really want to do something *sighs*
in the end lance tells him “who knows maybe he likes you back and doesn’t think your hair is that bad” before going out of of the room leaving a very lovestruck keith on the floor