FISHUARY DAY 10

@fish-daily

sold

a partially submerged capybara

or maybe she’s loafed

[Sits up in a cold sweat]

The quiet was suffocating. Like a cold hand against his face as his joints and pistons loosened out of positions they'd held for as long as he could remember. It was unnatural—wrong. It made him uncomfortable, even past the soft, light brushes of warm kindness. He was too late to disable the thruster disengage. He was too late to complete their mission. What he was not too late for, however, was an... emergency protocol. Granted, one he just made up, but he hadn't ever expected to be in space, really. He certainly hadn't expected to be jettisoned along with his friends. Well, Zane supposed it didn't really matter. He had been shot out into space, and now, drifting amongst the faint, stagnant lights of distant stars, he found himself curled up, knees pulled up to his chest. At the sides of his face, his vents whirred a soft melody, though they moved nothing. There was no air to move in space... how long could he survive without overheating? He was insulated against most elements, but that made it difficult to remove heat given he obviously couldn't vent it. He needed to think about something else. His thoughts drifted to the pondering of how long he could last in open space. Particle radiation was a cruel thing to electronics, and it was entirely possible for him to simply fall victim to— Deep inside—under his exterior shell, further below the wires that kept him running, hidden away where Zane would consider his core—something shifted. It was a little thing, a shrug, almost in the pile of heat radiators that had his liquid coolant working overtime. Not for the first time in his existence was he glad to not have a gag reflex or anything of the sort, as not a moment after the first, the rest began shifting. Limbs stretched, voices rose. Zane raised his head from his knees as if he could see them. Tension bled from his dorsal nervous column. "Hey those are my ribs—" "It's not my fault you landed on top of me!" "You stink. Do you ever bathe—" The stretching devolved quickly into pushing and shoving, as it did frequently when there was a lack of personal space. Had it not sent a relief washing from head to toe, Zane would have been annoyed. a smile tapped at the edges of his faceplate. "I see the bonds of brotherhood are strong, today." The movement stopped immediately, though it was promptly followed by a nigh circuit-rattling "Zane!" from his team. The token "where are we" skipped for all of their familiarity, the first question that managed its way into intelligibility was something to the effect of "what happened," albeit filtered through no less than three voices before it even managed to register as a question.  "The rocket thrusters disengaged. The previous pieces collided, and the hull was breached. I... did what I thought I should." A pause as his gaze scraped their surroundings. "We will arrive late to the meteor, but we are in its path... for the most part." At these speeds, he may be flattened, but that mattered little in the long run. "My... life support functions should keep everyone stable for the duration of this trip." When Jay spoke, it was like he was testing the feel of the words on his tongue. "Life... support? Since when have you had life support in here?" "Since yesterday," came the bland reply. "I thought it pertinent to have a... backup plan."

most functional family in pale city (not true they are all mentally ill but they’re trying their best ok) they need therapy… 🙂

more (normal and silly goofy) doodles because i need to throw these out into the wild,,

yes i like the hunter

happiest girlie on earth, confirmed <3

On this day, 20 years ago, the RJ episodes, “House Party” and “School Newspaper”, premiered at 11:00pm on the 5th night of the new “Fridays”

Fun Facts:

The newspaper in the title for “School Newspaper” has a headline of a robot invading a school, and said robot is RJ. This is a reference to how creator, Greg Miller, jokingly said that the show would end with RJ taking over “Terminator” style

In the scene in “School Newspaper” where Principal Madman is in the teachers lounge, Mr. Mitchell (Sickness) and Mrs. Kavendash (Scantron Love), make non-speaking cameos

When RJ breaks into the school at night in “School Newspaper”, he references “Dick Tracy”, a detective character from old 1930s comics. He even dawns a stereotypical detective get-up.

In “House Party”, RJ reveals his middle, and full, name. His middle being “Electro”, and his full name being “Robot Electro Jones”

*kicks legs and giggles*

may i present to you the port mafia and their squishmallows

I HOPE YOU LOVE THIS AS MUCH AS I DO :))

chris & justin sharing the communal miw brain cell onstage yet again i see

(src)

Idg why there’s such animosity between the steddies and the harringrovers. Steve has two hands and he’s collecting gay metalheads. I say good for him!! Justice for Steve and his boyfriend squad.

Forgive the dog hair and shitty photo quality, but I’m in love with my new sweatshirt that has a little korok with their saying on the sleeve!

I think klavier’s the kind of person who’ll start crying if he sees someone else crying

apollo teared up at a really cute dog once and it made klavier cry which caused apollo to start cry-laughing and in response klavier cried harder amidst giggles and

me, unprompted, having exhausted normal small talk: wanna go down a rabbit hole of wikipedia pages about weird animals with me

everyone i’ve ever pulled this stunt on: fucking Yes

just got assigned the species i’m gonna be researching this summer… do y’all wanna see ‘em????

Living life yay huzzah yay

Once again I dreamt of Charlie but not that we were together, that we were friends and I wanted him to see how much I love him, but he’s so oblivious ahdjfl

pick one

the second one because it looks the most like me