self care is writing a fic that you’re literally the sole target audience for
describing commission ideas is so embarrassing. yea this is my guy. and i want you to draw him. jesus just shoot me already
justdecadentcollectiondestiny:
Happy “Honey I’m Home” Day to those who celebrate
That fuckin smile at the end
To the worried person in the comments:
No, a hummingbird’s heart will not stop if it stops moving. You’re possibly thinking of Spoink, which is a Pokemon that supposedly powers its heart by bouncing, and as such can’t stop moving. Hummingbirds don’t sit often because they’re busy looking for food, but they can and do sit. The females sit on eggs in nests, after all, and they do have to sleep.
Fun fact: the leg muscles of a hummingbird are so stripped down to save on weight that they cannot walk. They can step sideways along a branch or other perch, but they cannot go forward without taking flight.
However they absolutely do stop moving. In fact, hummingbirds hibernate! Overnight. Instead of sleeping. Because if they tried to sleep like a normal animal their hyperactive metabolism would mean that they starve to death before breakfast.
Unrelated fun fact: the primary Aztec god of war would take on the form of a hummingbird, and the souls of the bravest warriors were said to turn into hummingbirds in order to join him after death, presumably because every hummingbird is approximately four grams of pure concentrated asskicking which fears no man nor beast and will gladly throw down with somebody seventeen thousand times their size if offended.
this is a really cool post and i love seeing such a small bird but reading “No, a hummingbird’s heart will not stop if it stops moving. You’re possibly thinking of Spoink” killed me
Translation:
Hey, people. Today we’re cooking a little puppy to serve with the rice we have over there. We let it simmer for a while.
Ten minutes later, there it is, a bit brown, we stir it a little and let it simmer for another 10 minutes.
Now it must be almost done… Yeah, it’s almost done to perfection. I’m gonna give it 5 seconds more… Uh? My mother’s calling, I’m gonna check what does she want.
Oh, damn it…! I left it like 5 minutes… (gasps) it’s burned, it’s burned it'sburnedit'sburnedit'sburned. We’ll have to leave this recipe for other day. No, look how it ended up! it’s charred, completely charred
what they don’t tell you about being an artist is that sometimes you will sit down and suddenly know how to draw something that youve never gotten right before
something else they don’t tell you is that sometimes you will sit down and suddenly have no idea how to draw something you’ve drawn numerous times before
my armenian father getting angry at a squirrel
“you are. stealink…. my nuts…”
I think about this video all the time
You. Are. A. Leetle tief…
The guilt of what you did will kill you quicker than the Combine ever will.