Oh Right. Fangs In Your Neck Friday

oh right. fangs in your neck friday

I was walking on a rather remote beach when I came upon this Whip eel drying up in the sun. These are intertidal eels that can actually handle themselves out of water for a bit, but it’s not normal for them to be fully exposed in direct sunlight like this. The tide was at least six hours from coming in and I felt like this eel was in distress, so I made the decision to dig him out and return to the ocean. His body was too delicate to be simply pulled from the hole without injury, so I got to digging.

This endeavor took about 40 minutes as the eel was quite long and difficult to excavate. Also had to continually refill my temporary eel pond to keep him from drying out entirely while I worked.

If you are an eel aficionado like myself, please enjoy this silly little video of the relocation process set to some jaunty royalty-free disco music.

suit change

absolutely wild that until 2016 all schizophrenics were banned from donating blood because doctors were (presumably) worried that being schizophrenic made your blood dirty somehow even if it couldn’t be detected by any test equipment, even if they won’t admit to it in official documents

bonus casual ableism as a treat:

THE INSANITY VIRUS

"why is EVERY song about love" I'm begging you to dig just a tiny bit deeper, there's literally thousands of songs that aren't love songs. You don't even have to look for the most obscure underground artists ever, the fucking Beatles of all people have a song about a guy who kills people with a hammer

Saw X Waitress AU

inspired by @beetlegoose01 ‘s fic Soft Place to Land (which you can check it out here)