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[messinwitheddie]

Squee "WaitWaitWait! Oh God--"

Nny *panting* "FUCK YOU TINY DRAGON!

Well that was terrifying and disappointing."

Mr. Casarez "WHAT the FUCK do you think you're doing?"

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So sloppy. This is just one of those wips that I've accepted the fact if I'm actually to finish something for once, I just need to do it badly.

One of the things I love about Nny's character is, sometimes he successfully portrays himself as eloquent, deep, brooding, ect

And in the next panel he turns out to be the silliest little bastard.

Still getting likes and reblogs. Shocked, but ecstatic. Thank you everybody!]

#jthm #nny #squee #nny's looper #au #Some lookout Squee is lol #seriously #poor kid

[messinwitheddie]

“Umm….excuse me? Are you the tallest, Arugula? Sorry for walking in on you, but my name is Naeba, and I’ve came a long way to speak with you. Your guards weren’t happy with me trespassing, so they brought me to you. I have heard many things about your hive, my liege. Is it true that you have a harem of females in your chamber? How many are there? Are they doing well? Are they allowed to return to their duties? *Clears throat * I mean….I’ve heard you took in many females who are birthing drones from other hives. You do so without turning any of them away, despite being from enemy hives. I was hoping if you’ll be open to….have me stay as well?

*Takes out a bunch of gold pearls* “I do not know the formality of your hive but I’ve brought you some of my personal pearls as a offering, my liege. It is all that i was able to bring with me while I escaped. Are you aware of tallest Magnus’s condition? He’s in a dark place right now. After the mysterious death of his co-leader. His health has been declining as well as his mind. On his 300th celebration, Magnus gathered man female drones into his chamber. Along with selected males from his personal staff. He wanted us to….breed. My tallest expect all of us to be pregnant but only got half of that. This disappointment made him very angry, so he punished everyone. Mostly the females for not conceiving. *Shutters at the memory*

“Forgive me for ranting, tallest Arugula. The journey here was not easy for me. I don’t know why Magnus chose me to be a part of the group breeding. I was told I was ugly. With my short antennas, thick arms, unattractive eyes color and that I’m short.

*Shows the claw marks on the back of her shoulder.* “I’ve got these from him. It’s a mark of my rank and his ownership over me, and so many others like me. Magnus has lost it and I couldn’t stay in my hive anymore, so I ran. I found the hidden passage that was underground and long been forgotten by everyone. It lead me on this far side of your territory. Tallest Arugula, I beg of you to let me stay in your hive. I may not look like it now but I AM pregnant. I’ve never asked for this but I had no choice in the matter.

*Offers up her pearls* “Take my pearls. They are worth a lot of monies! I know I trespassed into your hive but please don’t send me back to mine!😥

Two sentinels crossed their battle axes, blocking her path. A lanky drone in a casual waltzing robes looked her over. His height directly indicated he was in fact the tallest, but beyond that, he was nothing Naeba had expected. He presented a sense of sincerity that she previously found lacking in most other tallests. He wore no binding under his robes, exposing his natural teardrop belly. An unsightly scar crossed over a glass eye. No attempts were made to hide the lines around his eyes or the corners of his mouth. Somehow, none of this took away from his natural elegance.

He stopped, glanced her way and flashed a friendly smile. "The one, the same, the only." Arugula confirmed. "Guards, that's enough; at ease... To what honor do I owe the upward gaze of your lovely fluorite eyes? You must excuse the hostility. My sentinels take their duties very seriously as I command of them. Isn't that so, my good sprites?"

Guards "Sir, yes sir!"

Arugula lead Naeba down the hall, sipping his coctail. "There will be no further trouble from them. So tell me, what drove you to brave the war torn, sun scorched surface lands to speak to me?...

A harem?? You shelter over 700 birthing drones and suddenly you're running a harem. T'HA! Too funny. Ask any of my birthing drones how they're getting along here. I like to think they're content in my company. At this point in my reign, nothing makes me happier than to see my "harem" happy." He smiled, beaming with pride as he took a long sip of his cocktail.

"They are free to return to their former duties after they birth their swarms-- once their bodies have recovered from the strain of labor of course. You know the toll giving life can take on a body. I do encourage them to stay here, at least second and third time successful swarm birthers. It is their right to lounge with me after all. I have grown very attatched to most of them, but the heart is one thing a tallest cannot demand of his drones. My heart is theirs indefinitely, but many have given their heart to other drones or their occupations prior to becoming impregnated." His antennae perked to the next line of questioning.

"You heard correct, my pretty little pixy. I will not turn away a birthing drone. Have not yet once. All are welcome in my chambers. My hive needs a future and the future is only secured by my smeets. There is room for you in my chambers, if you're interested in such an arrangement."

He gently waved his hand, signaling for her to put them away. "What a stunning collection... and a lovely gesture, but proprieties are of little concern to me. I cannot in good conscience accept your only possession as my own."

The warm smile faded as Naeba continued. His antennae drooped. "That IS troubling. Very unlike the Magnus I knew. Perhaps I shouldn't be too shocked. I attended Spectra's funeral. I watched Magnus carry her to the right hand of the Colossus. His wails of sorrow echoed over NoDrone's land. He returned the the ground an altered drone. It escapes me, an accurate word to describe the look in his eyes when I approached him to give my condolences... It was as unsettling as it was tragic.

But grief does not justify the mistreatment of his drones. If he wishes for better success with his hive's fertility festival, he needs only to follow my example. No one ever listens."

Arugula listened to his guest carefully. His brow knitted, lips gradually bending downward. "Naeba, hear me well and deeply, deeply internalize what I'm about to tell you. YOU are NOT ugly. You cannot be ugly because, by default, the Irken form is beautiful. Perfect in all it's variations and imperfections. Those insults were hurled at you to break your spirit, nothing more. They carried no truth with them.

With one eye I can see a resemblance between you and the beautiful, fallen Spectra. Magnus must have noticed himself."

Arugula squirmed internally as Naeba continued to explain her situation. Her scars made his spooch turn. "Oh... oh, you poor thing. The resemblance must have torn open his heart all over again." He winced, ashamed of himself for making excuses. Arugula didn't want to believe his ally had committed these acts, but he knew such misconduct was all too comon. He couldn’t simply dismiss Naeba's story. He took a calming breath.

"How shameful it is when a tallest willingly makes his drones suffer. I will investigate the matter further, but I fear there is little I can do for your fellow hive-citizens. I have my own hive to rule and my own drones to protect. I will attempt to hail Magnus and appeal to his better senses, but I doubt he will listen to anything I have to say..."

His warm smile returned. "If you salute me as your tallest, I will gladly offor you shelter and protection. A tithe is not necessary; you have a secure place here in my hive. If you like, I will keep them on display in my personal treasure stronghold. You may retrieve them upon request.

Stay here; I will send for some service drone to escort you to the lounge and bring you a snack platter. A medic will arrive shortly after to examine you. You and your swarm will be well cared for. To warn you, my hive's fertility festival is fast approaching. Things get wild in my chambers.

Now, you must excuse me. My presence is needed in the war room. Thank you for keeping me informed. Enjoy yourself, Naeba. It was a pleasure..." He marched past her.

[Hope the dialogue isn't too confusing. Arugula is a talker.]

#invader zim #irken #ocs #ancient irk #au #tallest #arugula #magnus #spectra #naeba

[messinwitheddie]

u know she dead

[messinwitheddie]

Nny "Hello, Mystery Hut. We have a slogan but until I get paid, I'm not saying it... Hola... uh.... un momento por favor...

Boss!!"

Stan "I said don't bother me when I'm in my office! WHAT?!

Nny "Could you please take this call? I think this guy is asking if we buy gold, but I don't know much Spanish."

Stan "Are you kidding me with this shit?"

Nny "You had pork fried rice for lunch earlier so why don't you get off your ass and take this call and both move on with our day knowing our ancestors are disappointed in us!"

[Sorry. I just found this too funny]

Being Mexican, I take pride in making so many new ghosts for everyone to enjoy on Dia de Los Muertos.

Oct 26, 2013

#jthm #gravity falls #cross over #nny #stan pines #forgotten memories #au #way back in 1990 #breakroom sketch

[messinwitheddie]

Squee (in breathless gasp) "SQUEE!"

Mr. Casarez (in a breathless gasp) "Ghhhk!

Sorry--

Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. Is everything ok? It's really late for a child to play outside alone...or really early...? What time is it? Um-- Do- um-- do you live in the trailer park? I don’t recognize you, but I haven’t lived here very long and I have face blindness."

Squee "N-no. I was-- um-- I was walking home from a friend’s house and I... got lost...? That's the best you can come up with?

Mr. Casarez "Good God, how long have you been wandering around?"

Squee "Um...Uuuuuhhhh...."

Mr. Casarez "Do you need to call your parents?"

Squee "NO I-I have a cellphone. They're just-- not picking up."

Mr. Casarez "Oh... Esto no está bien. Well, I got paid last night. I could call you a cab. Do you know your address?"

Squee "NO!! I mean, yes, b-but you don't have to. It's ok."

Mr. Casarez "It's not safe to go home, is it?

Did you run away from home? It's ok if you did. You're not in trouble."

Squee *tiny squeak*

Mr. Casarez "I promise, you won’t get in trouble. Just... hold on. I need to think."

Squee *tiny squeak*

Mr. Casarez "Oh, no. ¿Qué debo hacer? No puedo llamar a la policía. No esta noche. ¿Debo llamar a mi trabajador social? No, has estado bebiendo. Ella simplemente llamará a la policía. Oh Dios. Oh Dios, este niño necesita tu ayuda y todo lo que puedes hacer es quedarte quieto y ser un inútil como siempre. Mierda. ¿Qué debo hacer?"

Listen, Mijo, I'm ashamed to admit this, but I've had A LOT to drink and I've been on my feet over 14 hours now. I don't have the energy to walk you home.

What's your name?"

Squee "Todd."

Mr. Casarez "I'm Juan. Todd, I'm going to grab some lawn chairs and something hot for us to eat. We'll sit down and figure everything out. I just need to wash up and change. Oh! And feed My Wife real quick. She'll get really angry if I don't feed her soon."

Squee "Oh, no. Thanks, but you don’t-"

SQUAWK!!

Mr. Casarez "That's her. Better hur-"

SQUAWK!!

THUD

Just stay here. Excuse the smell. I have to clean her enclosure tomorrow."

Squee "Your wife is a bird?"

Mr. Casarez "Obviously she's not--- *sigh*-- She's my pet. I just named her "My Wife" when I found her. That way I'm not lying when I tell people I'm going home to my wife."

Squee "Oh. Ok..."

Meanwhile; inside...

SQUUAAAWK!!

Nny *terrified screams*

Mr Casarez "Holy shit. Is somebody in my trailer??"

[I can't speak Spanish; I was using Google translate for this. If I butchered the dialog to the point where it's gibberish, please forgive me and let me know.]

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Tried to throw in some humor this time around with the big reveal of Mr. Casarez's "Wife". Hopefully someone gets a little laugh out of this. (ripped off a line from the Great North too)

Had no idea how to draw a blue macaw in JV's style, so I just drew her.

Poor Mr. Casarez. Such a sad, weird little guy, but he means well.

#jthm #squee #nny #nny's looper #au #oc #Mr. Casarez

[messinwitheddie]

There hasn’t been any attempted raids on the Hymenopteracian Queen's homeworld since Cini died, right?

How’s Gir doing after Zim finally pass away?

I have been waiting for so long for someone to let me info dump about about my ETF space bee head canons! :D (brace yourself)

First off, the Hymenopteracians, aka Space bees, would highly appreciate the fact you referred to them by their race's proper name. (To them, "bee" is a derogatory slurr that Irkens call them). Expect a meteorite at your doorstep filled with jars of honey, a bottle of mead, a small batch of honey buns, a book of pressed exotic flowers from their homeworld and a seemingly endless scroll of hand written thank you notes in an unreadable and misspelled language from billions of pupas (school-aged Hymenopteracian children) in the near future. (Princess, worker and male drone Hymenopteracians)

1. To answer your first question, no. The Hymenopteracian homeworld, which consists of the planet itself and its' seven moons when translated into English is called, "All-Hive", has not been raided by the armada since loooong before Cini's death--

*lots of head canons ahead. You can skip over it if you like. The asterisks will signal when my bs is through.

***

Because All-Hive was colonized and forced to ally with the Irken Armada CENTURIES before Cini was ever born. Cini was only there to renew a longstanding treaty between the two races.

The Hymenopteracians were the second race of sentient beings the Irkens came into contact with since the beginning of the Control Brain takeover (the first being the Vortian).

When the Irkens first landed on All-Hive, they were awestruck.

All-Hive was a paradise absolutely overflowing with natural resources, including sugar cane, molasses, wheat, rice and dozens of other staples in the Irken diet. Of course, Irkens were introduced to the miracle that is honey (and The Hymenopteracians were introduced to the miracle that is natural Irken silk).

All-Hive, pre Irken contact, made the garden of Eden look like a dumpster covered in bird shit, the planet was SO beautiful and fertile.

The seven hives populating the planet, until Irken contact, existed in near perfect harmony (most conflict that occurred only occurred within each of the 7 hives themselves and set conflicts consisted of petty royal family drama. The seven queens of All-Hive rarely conflict without reaching a peaceful resolution) Such conflicts paled in comparison to the bloody wars waged between the hives of old Irk.

Their culture puts cooperation as the highest priority... Unlike Irkens, who only resemble insects at a glance, Hymenopteracians ARE a race of hive-mind insects, though sentient. (No, Irkens and Hymenopteracians cannot successfully crossbreed with one another.

The Hymenopteracians had developed little tech in terms of weapons, defensive or offensive. The Irkens took advantage of this/ their traditionally peaceful nature and easily claimed All-Hive and the entire solar system it orbited in for themselves and began developing the first "snacking system", Producia (the main source of nearly all raw materials/ ingredients harvested and distributed to the other Irken snacking systems to this day.)

The Hymenopteracians were forced to relocate their hives to their planet's moons, which the Irkens had taraformed into MASSIVE commercial farms, while their home planet was developed into restaurants, shopping cities and other such atrocities. Their workers were forced to quadruple their productivity during harvests, straining the planet/moons environmentally and compromised the health of the worker populations to the point of societal collapse. An outrageous percentage of their harvest was taken by the Irken empire. Many Hymenopteracians starved and the Queens of that era birthed meager swarms.

The Irkens even toyed with the idea of eliminating the queen system altogether and just slapping a smeetery on All-Hive designed to produce only worker bees. The Hymenopteracians feared extinction for the first time in their history.

Riots and sniper stinging operations were launched in protests. Smear campaigns were streamed throughout the empire to villainize the Hymenopteracians in retaliation. (Now you know why Zim dislike bees! A stretch, I know, but hey, everyone has their fan theories...)

Eventually, the Irkens noticed that the quality of their the snacks, which was sinfully DELICIOUS at the beginning of the Hymenopteracian takeover, started to decline. Everything tasted AWFUL. Discourse erupted throughout the empire.

Tallest Greezee, who was determined to build the snacking system, Foodcourtia, first made sincere attempts to negotiate with the Hymenopteracian queens. He invested shmillions of monies, countless hours of in-person meetings and several armies of drone power into restoring All-Hive to it's formal glory.

Well... close to it. The Hymenopteracian race is still in full service to the Irken Empire. All-Hive is still the capital planet of the snacking system, Producia, and an obscene amount of All-Hive's harvest goes to making snacks for the empire.

But All-Hive's environment has been restored to near-perfect condition in modern times. The planet is 88% reclaimed by the Hymenopteracians and they have full sovereignty over their involuntarily taraformed moons.

Classified Irken history dictates that Tallest Greezee had actually fallen in love with one of the seven Hymenopteracian queens (well, smeets are told Greezee fell in love with Hymenopteracian cuisine, which is true, but he fell deeply in love with one of the queens first.) Tallest Greezee wrote the peace treaty between the Irkens and Hymenopteracians himself in an attempt to ask for her hand, which she accepted, only because he kept his word and drastically changed the policies that were oppressing her people.

[Late Tallest Greezee "negotiating" with one of the 7 queens of All-Hive.]

The treaty states that All-Hive is permanently under the Irken Armada's protection. In addition, every ruling tallest has to visit All-Hive at least 3 times every century, discuss important matters with the queens and renew the treaty. The renewal of set treaty involves accepting at least one of the seven Hymenopteracian queens as a permanent ally (life partner, politically speaking, though participating in the Hymenopteracian Queen's repopulation rituals is required to a certain extent. Some tallests are more receptiveto this tradition than others.) It's a very complicated and messy treaty. It could and probably SHOULD be revised to promote policies that better favor the indigenous people of All-Hive, but it was a step in the right direction and all too necessary to keep the empire running. *

***

In the present.

Since the ETF incident, All-Hive and several of its' moons were severely damaged. So, you know, crop failure, rising snack prices, limited supplies, ect. ect. The empire's economy almost instantly takes a nasty blow. Huge headache for the tallests in command.

Tallest Red and Purple had to visit All-Hive and their chosen Hymenopteracian queens almost immediately after the Massive was recovered from the Florpis Hole to keep the peace and make plans for repairs.

(Red with his chosen Queen)

Now that Red has passed, Purple is handling the situation alone. As the control brains have advised him, Purple is not shirking his duties on this one. The only thing that will definitely inspire the average drone to riot/ rebell is a lack of snacks, after all.

He swiftly sent a taraformation task force to repair the damage Zim did to All-Hive. Purple's chosen queen, Cerana, of whom he affectionately refers to as "Queenie", and her fellow queens were outraged by the damage initially and skeptical of Purple's intentions to fix anything at first, but she is satisfied with his progress thus far.

Purple and Queenie develope a close, genuine friendship outside of their obligated alliance, especially since Red's passing. Purple occasionally makes casual visits to All-Hive to chat with, snack with and dance with his chosen queen in between mandatory visits to All-Hive. (It's purely a platonic friendship; both Purple and Cerana lead very lonely lives.

2. Gir is... very devastated when Zim passes. It hits him so hard, he goes numb for a while.

There is a long lapse between when Zim dies and when Gir manages to recognize his grief. Many of his close friends and family worry for him, because he seems so accepting of Zim's death for a while and just operates on auto pilot. He carries on his frylord duties. He smiles and laughs and goofs like usual, but once the emotions finally process...

It all flows out in tidalwaves. Luckily he has Yeet and Minimoose to carry him through the worst of it.

#invader zim #etf #space bees #head canon #irken #empire #history

[messinwitheddie]

now I HAVE to know where Spork’s tattoo is.😉

It's in a rather sensitive area. Yes, Mikuki drew the "flirting Dava" emblem on Spork's mons pubis. She won the bet, so it was her call. Yes, hard cider and pipe amber was involved in the events that lead up to this event.

[Miyuki telling Mem about her and Spork's elite military training days.

She and Spork find the whole thing funny in retrospec, but still never bring it up. At least not in a public or professional setting lol.]

#invader zim #irken #tallest #miyuki #spork

[messinwitheddie]

There's a bunch of adhd advice out there that's like "people with adhd tend to work better under deadlines due to the anxiety so here are ways to artificially induce a stress response in order to get you to get work done" and it's like well what if I don't want to be stressed out all the time in order to function

[messinwitheddie]

Nny "I WANT you to start college and a career and go on fun dates. I WANT you to move on; surround yourself with real friends and a loving family for once--

You'll forget I ever existed and it will be the best thing to ever happen to you."

Squee "NO! I would NEVER do that to you."

Nny "You wouldn't?"

Squee "NO.

I do want to grow up and do all that stuff, but I want you to still be around through all of it."

Nny *sniff* "You really don’t."

Squee "Yes I do. You want to know how I'm afraid it's all gonna go down? One night, I look out my window and a whole squad of cops are dragging you out of your house in handcuffs--

The last time I see you is in a court room. And, I'm sorry, but I never say one goddamn word in your defense."

Nny "I wouldn’t expect you to."

Squee "You're sentenced to rot in solitary for however many lifetimes, but long before that, you somehow manage to carve a bunch of other inmates or prison guards into chunks with a broken plastic spoon or a shank you craft from a leftover steak bone--

Then they strap you to a table and stick a needle in your arm. That's how you die alone."

Nny *lighthearted laughter* "Wow... Fret not, Squee. Maybe I can’t escape the horrors, but I'm a pro at escaping the cops, ok? There will be no arrest. I will have slaughtered half the squad and the remaining officers will have shot me dead before they can stuff me in a cop car. On a bad night."

Squee "Either way the best friend I ever made is ripped out of my life forever. I won't be able to recover from that."

Nny "Jesus, you really worry about all that stuff?"

Squee "I worry about everything, all the time, in general but, yeah, that's like, in the top 5."

Nny "You worry about me?"

Squee "Yeah. A LOT."

Nny "You consider me your friend?"

Squee "Y-yeah... I'm your friend too. I don't want bad things to happen to you. I don't want to see you in pain... Maybe this is my dumb wishful kid brain talking, but I believe things can get better. It may take a shit ton of hardship and every step of the way will SUCK, but things can get better. They HAVE to or things will get worse...

I will help you any way I can for as long as I can, I PROMISE, but you Have to meet me halfway. You HAVE to STOP doing crazy shit like this!! I'm sorry-- I'm not trying to shame you or judge you or guilt you, I just--"

-bloop of an ended call--

Squee "Damn it."

"Excuse me?--"

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... I have nothing to say for myself.]

#jthm #nny #squee #nny's looper #au #long post is long

[messinwitheddie]

I'm sick of internet negativity, so let's combat it: reblog this and saying something nice/pay a compliment to the prev in the tags.

#you get skoodge #the art you post is instant dopamine for me #your positivity in the iz fandom is refreshing

[messinwitheddie]

Old woman alien

[messinwitheddie]

Big pancake nny plushie I made, his nickname is flammenkuchen suggested by this mfer —>( @gamebirb )/pos

He’s very big and soft btw

Pattern is by sylenis crafts

[messinwitheddie]

Aw shit. Aw shit

I just realized I accidentally left one of my personal sketchbooks on the produce department's desk at work and I am mortified.

Please please please let none of my co-workers flip through that shit. >< The sketches are relatively mild by tumblr standards but fuck-all weird to any average human.

#pray for me people #I am dumb #I knew drawing at work would bite me in the ass

[messinwitheddie]

Squee "What makes you say that?"

Nny "The years I spent in service to the moose wall as a flusher were a HIDEOUS NIGHTMARE, but I did enjoy this grandiose sense of invulnerability.

Now that I’m relieved of duty so to speak... I don't know. There's this crushing sensation of dread that I can't shake. I feel it throughout my entire body. It's difficult to describe.

Every part of me is breaking down. It's beyond the mental and physical exhaustion I've grown accustomed to. Either I've been reduced to a hostage of this reality and its indifferent whims or the waste lock is trying to reenlist me or-"

Squee "Nny, I have no idea what you're talking about. Just... You're not going to drop at 30. You might live triple that. You just need to take better care of yourself."

Nny "Is it worth the struggle?"

There's no undoing the things I've done. Not even a reality reset can wash my hands clean. I soaked them in blood the minute after they were. It seems a fatal crash is imminent, whether I’m in control or not.

What if nothing ever changes for the better? What if I never change for the better? Am I INCAPABLE? What if I never manage to leave that house for good. I’m never going to form any kind of meaningful or long lasting relationship; platonic, romantic or otherwise. Is it already too late for me?

Am I doomed to be-- THIS until I die alone, on top of a pile of decay and poor life choices in that god-forsaken shack? I'll have no one to blame but myself."

Squee “That's never going to happen. I'm not much, but you have me.”

Nny “Only for a few more years. Soon you’ll graduate high school and move away. I want you to!--

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Look at poor Squee, talking Nny through a spiral like a champ. Excuse the excessive dialogue/ melodrama. Unfortunately more ahead. I'm 'm trying to power through it ><. Didn't expect drawing a conversation held over the phone would be so awkward to illustrate, but I'm dedicated now. It actually feels more natural, this dialogue taking place over the phone as opposed to face to face. Maybe? _shrug

I promise to at least make the next few strips of drawings a little more interesting.]

(Also, I know the difference between its and it's I swear!! How do I screw that up when I write ahhhhhhhh!)

#jthm #squee #nny #nny's looper #au #a few days worth of breakroom sketches #excuse the poor photo quality

[messinwitheddie]

every week i'm like i just have to get through this week then i'll be ok again but then i say the same thing the next week and it's been like six months of it so maybe geoff was right and it never ends til it gets so bad

[messinwitheddie]

RAT NEWS FOR ALL RAT ENTHUSIASTS OF TUMBLR

Article Summary:

A new study published by The University of Tokyo has determined that rats are naturally capable of beat synchronisation - i.e. the ability to recognise and move in time to a beat - with no prior exposure or training.

Until recently, innate beat synchronisation was thought to be a unique skill of humans.

In the study, ten rats and twenty humans were equipped with head-mounted accelerometers, which recorded their movements as they listened to K.448 by Mozart, Born This Way by Lady Gaga, Another One Bites the Dust by Queen, Beat It by Michael Jackson, and Sugar by Maroon 5, at various speeds.

Both rats and humans bopped their heads most when the tempo was between 120 and 140 BPM.

This optimal tempo is believed to be dependent on the “time constant in the brain” (the speed that information is processed at), which is very similar across all species. It is now hypothesised that beat synchronisation is a widespread trait in animals.

This discovery may provide insight into our own perception and creation of music.

TL;DR:

RATS LIKE TO CUT A RUG

ANIMALS ARE GROOVIN’ TO THE RHYTHM OF THE BRAIN

NEIL REALLY WAS BANGIN’ OUT THOSE TUNES

[messinwitheddie]

Apparently people who don't have executive dysfunction think that actually working on something is the hardest part of doing something. And that's why they get mad that you call the rest of the project "easy" after you've finally worked through doing the plan and know what to do when you're working.

So when you're through with the epiphany of how to make it physically possible to make the thing you're making, and you're sharing the plan with excitement, because the hard part is over, and now you only have to get your hands moving and do it, they get mad at you like

"it's not that easy! It's a lot of hard work! >:C"

they mean it, because

to them, working is the hardest part.

They don't have to fight their brains to get started. They don't have to fight their way through making the choices, making the plan, making yourself make the thing. People who don't suffer from executive dysfunction think that the hardest part is actually doing the thing.