Another infinitesimally tiny hognose.
Tag: self reblog
Poor bbs need mental simulation
@why-animals-do-the-thing
So. I know absolutely nothing about bird care. And this seems really harmless and cute. But I was wondering why these chicks are flocking to a dangling key chain like this? Is this just an instinct or have they associated humans with food coming in, or all they all just adorable dumb babies like when you dangle keys in front of a human infant? Why are the chicks flocking like this?According to @crisscrosscutout, this is super normal chicken behavior. It’s not a result of lack of stimulation or anything, they just really do go ‘ooh shiny’ and flock to check it out.
Definitely looks like a typical “ooh shiny” response from baby animals, there just happens to be a heck of a lot of them in one spot all piling up on each other.
Now please picture a flock of velociraptors doing this.
War, now, is ignorant men in power hurtling words they do not understand at enemies too violent to respond calmly,
is a million angry voices protected by anonymity and screaming at someone for being born the way they are.
Famine, now, is superfood imported from starving countries,
is a seventh yacht bought to sit in harbor while employees struggle to stay in the cheapest housing and factory workers die.
Pestilence, now, is ignoring science while your children spread disease everywhere they touch,
is once-mighty rivers choked with garbage and unimaginable filth poured there through drainage pipes.
Death, now, is walls between refugees and safety,
is “my button works!” is “no collusion!”
is “she asked for it!”
is “but autism!” is “but they’re poison!” is “they’re unnatural!”
is “get back to work!” is “they don’t deserve it!” is “it’s cheaper!”
is “murderers!” is “they’re all criminals!” is “deport them!”
The horsemen grow a million-fold and we all rise against them, and find that under hoods and masks are faces much like ours.
The horsemen, now, bring legions.
Cybertronians sneezing
Like, whooshing air sharply out of their vents in order to clear irritants- basically the same idea as anything else sneezing, but with their entire body as opposed to just their nasal area.
Big bots sneezing and sending data-pads flying.
Little bots having sneezing fits and falling out of their chairs.
Bots trying to hold in big sneezes by clamping down their plating- and then said plating just goes flying off.
Seekers flying through something irritating during a flight, sneezing right in the middle of a big complicated routine, and just kind of completely losing all the dramatic effect.
I hope the original submitter doesn’t mind me adding a few ideas to this.
Bots sneezing in a cold environment and having a cloud of white billowing around them.
Sparklings sneezing and scaring the scrap out of themselves. Their creators have to comfort them.
A bot feeling a sneeze coming on and ruffling their plating to prepare for the inevitable but the urge fades. Other bots looking at them weird. They reset their plating and then sneeze at an unexpected moment.
Bots sneezing mid interface and one or the other climaxing because of it.
Bots transforming or their horns/lights n sirens/whatever else going off when they sneeze. A bot with a train alt mode would be the worst.
Other bots transforming or their own horns/lights n sirens/whatever else going off because ‘WTF was that?!’
OH MY GOD YES YOU AND @bett-splendens ARE GLORIOUS TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS OF FUNNY AND ADORABLE HEADCANONS XD
Omg imagine TFA Ratchet’s sirens going off with a ‘woop’ every time he sneezes. Raf, Jack and Miko aren’t used to it so they have to introduce a ‘Docbot penalty’ to their video games.
Or with the Lambo twins when one of them sneezes the other one’s plating ruffles up, no matter how far apart they are.
Doorwings flicking up-down like a race-start flag every time Prowl or Blue or Smokescreen sneezes.
Bayverse Bumblebee’s radio randomly switching on to something random when he sneezes.
TFP Soundwave’s visor showing the bluescreen of death after a really hard sneeze.
OMG THESE HEADCANONS ARE PRECIOUS.
Adding some of my own.
Bots having a sneeze marathon; sneeze after sneeze after sneeze. Ow, the strain.
Bots with a loud sneeze. (ATCHOOOOO!) The sneeze is basically heard across a space cruiser.
Bots with a quiet sneeze. (’tcho) Everyone around them just ‘aww‘s because cute sneeze.
Bots with a goofy sneeze. (Whatever that might sounds, is up to everyone to decide.)
A cloud of smoke puffs out of his pipes whenever Optimus sneezes.
Fort Max’s treads spin when he sneezes.
Megatron has never sneezed–after all, miners have excellent tolerance for dust and gases in the atmosphere, but when he gets to Earth, suddenly there’s ALL THIS ORGANIC POLLEN EVERYWHERE and his filters never had to handle anything like this and one day he opens his mouth to order death and destruction upon the Autobots and–
“t-choo”
Megatron looks at Starscream, Starscream looks at Knockout, the Vehicons look at each other, and Soundwave very carefully looks at nothing at all because he knows damn well where that tiny adorable sneeze came from. Megatron rallies himself and draws a deep vent to issue that order and–
“t-choo t-choo t-chooooo”
there is a silence broken only by the straining of Starscream’s gears as he struggles to prevent his wings from fluttering with amusement and a crunch from Knockout stomping Breakdown’s foot to prevent the enormous mech from unleashing a fatal laugh at their leader.
Megatron sweeps a glare at all of them and snarls, “No one is to speak of this, ever!” there are immediate nods all around, and he finally gives the slagging order and then whispers to Soundwave, “destroy all footage of that, and by Unicron’s rusty spike, get a HEPA filter up in here yesterday”
YES OH MY GOSH YES
Soundwave just stoically walks back to his quarters, flops down on his berth, and proceeds to chuckle quietly into his pillow for about twenty minutes.
He’s keeping a sound byte of that somewhere in the back of his mind. There is no freakin’ way he’s going to delete all of something that hilarious.
And he’ll use it for blackmail if he really needs to.
!!!NSFW!!!
Oh, this is so embarrassing to show this here. “е#u#э
I hope you will forgive me, hehehh
Soundwave decides to take advantage of an empty ship to have some fun in Megatron’s throne, Megatron walks in and finds him, a considerable amount of fun ensues.
Loosely TFP, but with Megatron actually sane and a decent person. This is like good-ending TFP, basically. No significant warnings. Improper use of data-cables, some awkwardness and general embarrassment, and relatively minor fluid stuffing with a biological basis- i.e. overflow tanks are a thing in Cybertronians and get full when you have a larger-than-you partner. Spike-in-valve smut, little bit of showing off, gets a bit fluffy. Definite praise kink somewhere in there.
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THIS IS AN OLD VIDEO BUT ITS THE MOST BRITISH REACTION EVER AND I CANT STOP LAUGHIMG
I know this nose art is for the Bad Batch, but I can’t help but imagine another Clone Unit with a stronger claim on the Senator as a mascot. (And how much Anakin would FLIP THE FUCK OUT)
—
Morale Booster
“REX!”
… And it looks like the paneling repair will have to wait, as his General’s boots appear next to his head beside the transport’s landing gear. He pushes himself out from under the machine on a dolly, flat on his back.
“Sir?”
“What is THAT?!” his fearless leader yelps, pointing dramatically, emphatically upwards and towards the nose.
He scoots out farther, past General Skywalker’s legs, and props himself up on his elbows to take in the three-quarters-finished pinup Hardcase has been taking such pains with for the last four hours.
“Morale booster, sir. Couldn’t do something clever like the 104th and their Plo’s Bros or anything, so–”
“So you chose SENATOR AMIDALA?!” Did his voice just crack? It did.
He shrugs. “Sure. She’s been through enough hell and high water with us.”
“She’s a SENATOR!”
“And she’s a keen eye with that blaster,” he reasons, jerking his head up to the painting, and the flawlessly detailed replica of the Senator’s favored sidearm, primed to fire and held at a jaunty, confident angle. He even got the chipped paint over the trigger guard right.
“Got the looks for it too!” Hardcase yells down from where he’s shading in a long bare stretch of thigh, pausing to vigorously shake his can of spray paint. “We might finally be able to give the 327th a run for their money, with General Secura and all.”
“GENERAL SECURA is half naked on the nose of a transport?!”
“What? No!” Of course not, that’s just tasteless.
There’s a clatter from up above as Hardcase puts his paints down and leans over the scaffolding, a hand wobbling skeptically. “Well… Technically…”
“She’s in her usual outfit, y’know, with the–” Rex explains, and zig-zags a finger down from his head, mimicking the General’s lekku straps. “–and the leather pants.”
“It’s just a little leg, Anakin, I don’t see what you’re so upset about.”
Oh thank all the stars and little planets. Backup. General Kenobi steps up beside his former Padawan to admire the paint job himself. “Excellent work on her hair, Hardcase,” Kenobi continues, tilting his head.
“Thank you, sir. Run a probe with some white and a little metallic gold through the wet paint, gets it to streak so the shine looks real.”
General Skywalker is starting to do that thing where he puffs up like an angry coppi lizard and splutters furiously while he tries to think of something else to be upset about. He can hear Fives rolling his eyes from the opposite side of the transport. General. Honestly. If you’re trying to keep a relationship secret, openly displaying your klik-wide jealous streak is not how you do it.
“The 212’s is worse, anyway,” Kenobi muses idly, as Hardcase carefully adds the supposedly “very distinctive” freckle high on the Senator’s hip, just below the split in her modified favorite Council dress. Skywalker starts to go wide-eyed at that, because his sabacc face out of genuine combat is complete sleenshit, and startles when his master continues.
“She’s on the 212th transport too?!”
“Of course not, don’t be ridiculous. We can’t have duplicates, that defeats the purpose,” Kenobi says, in that too-reasonable tone he takes on when he’s deliberately fucking with his former Padawan.
“’Cept Master Ti,” Echo yells, from somewhere inside the paneling he and Rex had been working on.
“Except Master Ti, yes,” Kenobi agrees, and shrugs. “But that’s to be expected. Rather like how so many people have that arm tattoo of a heart with the ribbon that says ‘Mom’.”
Rex personally knew of at least eight other clones that had that exact tattoo, though the ribbon was usually striped like Master Ti’s headtails, and nods agreeably. That seems to have sufficiently diverted Skywalker, or at least confused him.
“Then how is it worse?” Skywalker asks, a little desperately, then his face lights up completely with slightly malicious anticipation. “Is it the Duchess?!”
Oh boy. Rex looks up at Hardcase, who is biting down on his paint-splattered fist to keep from laughing, as General Kenobi gets that look.
“Certainly not,” Kenobi says sternly, and waits a full beat to drop his bombshell. “It’s me.”
Skywalker just stares.
“Though I’m reasonably certain Duchess Kryze had something to do with it, given the way I’m half falling out of my robes.”
Now he looks vaguely green.
“Or it’s some perverse joke of Master Windu’s. It seems his style. Cody refuses to tell me.”
And before Skywalker can come up with anything else to protest, Kenobi adds:
“Besides, Senator Amidala loves it. Hers, I mean. I haven’t asked her about mine.”
Apparently even Jedi can choke on air when sufficiently surprised. But really, where did he think they’d gotten the preliminary sketches from?
Attention all people with blood:
Do you get tired a lot?
Tired if you bend over to pick things up?
Tired a lot in the heat?
Tired because of anxiety/depression?
Get dizzy/pass out easily?
Hot showers make you tired/light-headed?
I might be able to tell you why!
You may have a blood pressure thing.
Get ahold of a blood pressure cuff. You’ll need to measure your BP and pulse.
The website below has the exact method, but, basically, you lay down for a few minutes and take your BP. Then, you stand up, stay completely still (no fidgeting, no talking, nothing), and periodically take it again. If your pulse goes up more than 30 points when you stand up or your blood pressure drops while you’re standing, take those results to your doctor.
http://standinguptopots.org/learning/pots-symptoms
You might have the blood pressure problem listed in the link, you might have someone else.
TL;DR: if you have ANY kind of issues with tiredness, DO THIS.
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