This dude needs an Oscar lol like holy shit when he eats that chicks head!! That just sold it for me I laughed way too much lolol
im wheezing omg
A+
As someone who used to make these suits, let me actually break it down one further. The face has to be controlled by slipping your hand out of one of the sleeves and up through the neck. Not only does this person have great control of the facial expressions, but they’re able to swap between control hands almost seamlessly (you’ll notice in the first part they’re using the left hand for facial expressions, in the group photo, they’re using the right). They have awesome control, this is seriously such a well-constructed suit and skilled person controlling it.
You know those little things that keep bread bags closed? Well, the internet would like to tell you about them. If you’re not doing anything too important right now, I think you should visit HORG (that’s the Holotypic Occlupanid Research Group) and explore a beautiful, obsessive, hilarious taxonomy of occlupanids.
I had been briefed that pack-bonding with humans they would be working with would be essential to any mission with them, and that it was relatively easy if one came bearing gifts. The Hotri matriarch who had been assisting him with his preparations had given him a tip that one of the humans he would be paired with excercised at the nature trails near the launch field at a regular time in the morning.
Sure enough, I arrived at the location and found a lone human running along the path showing signs of exertion. He slowed to a stop near me, intaking more atmosphere than I thought a creature of that size would be physically capable of processing. I lifted my crest in a display of friendly excitement.
“Greeting, human co-worker! I am Va’a’an, I look forward to serving with you!”
The human did not speak, instead bending double and showing intensifying signs of distress. I was very concerned. “Human? Do you require medical assistance?”
“Nah nah… oh god… whew!” The human checked his chronometer. “Haa… sub-fifteen… getting better. Hi there. Whooo… I’m good I swear.”
“You do not seem ‘good,’ human co-worker.”
“Good as I can be for running five kilometers. Gimmie a minute… M’name’s Craig… nice t’meet ya.”
“Greetings, human-Craig! As I said, my na-“ I stopped as my second brain finished with the math needed to convert kilometers and minutes into something understandable. “That is very far. I am now certain you need medical attention.”
“Nah!” Human-Craig straightened up. “I’m just outta shape. Nice to meet you, Van.”
“I must insist. Any creature running half the distance you just did would be at risk of expiring from exhaustion.”
“Bro, chill. Five K is basic conditioning for human athletes.”
“Running such extreme distance is a sport?”
“Literally the oldest. We call it a marathon. Forty-two kilometers.”
“What.”
Human-Craig nodded, stretching his limbs, a behavior that at least made some biomechanical sense. “Yep. Current Earth-gravity record is just under two hours.”
I stayed silent, considering the evolution that would be required to perform such a feat. I knew humans evolved as pursuit predators but what insane creatures were they chasing?!
But human-Craig felt the silence was awkward and appended more information. “Yeah. First marathon was by some Greek to announce the victory of some war in ancient times. Ran the whole way, shouted ‘we won’ and died.”
honestly my number one piece of advice for students is to like. be pragmatic about studying. because lbr doing your headings in perfect calligraphy with a £5 brush pen isn’t going to improve your grades. re-writing and re-writing your notes until they’re instagram-worthy isn’t going to help you retain the information. planning in a £30 bullet journal which you’ll then feel pressured into making really aesthetic spreads for when a £5 planner would do the same job isn’t going to make you a better student. yes, 100% take pride in your notes and by all means treat yourself to nice stationery every now and again but pls don’t waste your time and money trying to reach some unattainable studyblr goals.
actually, writing and re-writing a thing is a really good way to help retain the information… and making things pretty and aesthetic may not directly help your grades but it does make you more likely to keep going back and looking at what you’re supposed to be doing when it’s fun and pretty and a lot of people find that helps keep them on track a lot easier.
like, don’t waste your time and money if it’s not actually helping you and you’re just doing it out of some weird peer pressure or whatever but also don’t shame the people doing it because they actually find all of this really helpful.
That’s interesting cause that’s not what I took from this post at all, and nor did I read it is attempting to shame people? (I mean it might be, I might be missing something.)
I saw it more as a “don’t let unhelpful ideals of perfectionism bog you down” because for so many people (myself included) making something Perfect becomes more of a priority than actually Doing The Thing, which is where it becomes unhelpful and more of a time sink than a productive learning method.
And a large part of being an unhealthy perfectionist is also telling yourself “if I only had xyz prop or thing, then this would be doable” when in actual fact the $5 journal works just as well as the $30, and the thing holding you back isn’t that you’re notes aren’t pretty, it’s that you’re fixating on superficial imperfections as a reason for why you cannot do something and progress to where you need to be.
I know for a fact I’m perfectly capable of rewriting the same sentence 60 different ways and not absorbing it at all because I’m trying to stop feeling like a colossal fuck up whenever my handwriting doesn’t look consistently neat. And I know I’m not the only one.
So yea, rewriting something over and over can help you memorize it, and as the post says, treating yourself to nice things is nice, as is taking pride in your work.
But also realizing hey, you don’t need to achieve absolute perfection to be good enough, is also very important.
So if you’re someone who is struggling with this, make your cheap ass journal pretty if it helps, take pride in what you do even if you smudge the ink. Treat yourself to that nice pen, smudge the ink anyway. Use the stickers, stop saving them for a self imposed arbitrary moment of perfection that may never come. Allow yourself to progress. You’ll be a lot happier, and heck, you might finally learn your notes.
The fastest way to get someone to be your friend is to ask them about their cat.
No, really.
Humans will go on for days about the tiny predators that live in their houses, they give them names and assign personalities, they love to show off wounds the cats have inflicted on them, they will whip out hundreds of pictures that may all look the same to you but I promise, even a modicum of appreciation will garner you the friendship you seek.
Once asked, the question is understood to be permanently on the table, and your human friend will give you cat updates from time to time. Nod and appreciate them. When the cat dies, the human will deeply mourn, so best to offer what comfort you can as if sympathizing over a deceased family member.
One of my favorites is when a religious converter type comes up to me when I’m sitting around. Because they usually have a cold open like “The Lord has called me to you” replying with “Indeed He Has My Child, for He is Pleased With Your Work, and wishes you to know that you are known to Him”. Throw inflections into the wrong points in words, but do it with a very calming presence. After all, you’re the SMS from the afterlife, you’re merely the vessel of the vassal, and nothing scuttles their plans faster than trying to have to process that this very calmly spoken person who InflEcts their words JuiSSSSt quite not riGHt is acknowleding them in an uncomforting way.
Once they leave, watch them until something blocks the line of site, and then move like lightning to not be there when they glance back.
(This is why there are probably some really good rumours in Adelaide about me)
I remember this guy once who tried to dare me (the nerd of the group) to do something or another to prove my “manliness”. I calmly replied “How cute of you to think I´m human…” and kept walking. He stared at me in confusion and when I was several meters away I heard him say “yeah…good point.”
I have absolutely done this. I also call people “mammal”. Mostly I’ve done this one online, but it still throws people.
I’ve also been at protests opposite fundie nutjobs who told me I was going to Hell, and the look on their face is always priceless when I respond with “I know” or “I sure hope so” or something similar, which I’ve done a few times.
Once at a protest I spent about 20-30 minutes explaining Oberon Zell Ravenheart’s “Other People” argument (that the Bible explicitly states that Cain met people who weren’t related to Eve and Hell and salvation don’t apply to their descendants) to the pastor’s daughter and she was so shook she went home early and never came to that particular annual event again.
And in conversation with friends (whether they know I’m dragonkin or not) I routinely refer to “humans” as “they” and don’t include myself. I think most of them have gotten used to it.
One of my favorites is when a religious converter type comes up to me when I’m sitting around. Because they usually have a cold open like “The Lord has called me to you” replying with “Indeed He Has My Child, for He is Pleased With Your Work, and wishes you to know that you are known to Him”. Throw inflections into the wrong points in words, but do it with a very calming presence. After all, you’re the SMS from the afterlife, you’re merely the vessel of the vassal, and nothing scuttles their plans faster than trying to have to process that this very calmly spoken person who InflEcts their words JuiSSSSt quite not riGHt is acknowleding them in an uncomforting way.
Once they leave, watch them until something blocks the line of site, and then move like lightning to not be there when they glance back.
(This is why there are probably some really good rumours in Adelaide about me)
I remember this guy once who tried to dare me (the nerd of the group) to do something or another to prove my “manliness”. I calmly replied “How cute of you to think I´m human…” and kept walking. He stared at me in confusion and when I was several meters away I heard him say “yeah…good point.”
