Hey you guuuuys. So, @boys-of-the-501st and I are in a bit of a rough patch right now and we desperately need help.
Milo was unfortunately unemployed thanks to COVID quarantine and our roommate up and jumped ship on us, leaving us high and dry and struggling to get by. We have no vehicle, however we have been back to back filling out job apps and trying to schedule interviews. So far, between us, I’m the only one who’s been interviewed (and even then I wasn’t supposed to be apparently?) Our $725 rent is due on the fifth so we’re desperately scrambling to sell art and paintings to make that money. Otherwise we’ll be out on the streets in a very bad city.
We both take commissions and donations/tips. We also sell watercolor and gouache paintings! Please, if there’s anything you can do, it’s very appreciated. Even sharing this post around helps. We appreciate anything and everything.
Ok so I have a story. I worked Fantasyland (Dumbo) at Magic Kingdom. We had a girl transfer from Pirates of the Caribbean. And she told me the most amazing story.
So Pirates is down (shocking) And this particular boat is stopped at the first big scene, Where Barbosa is on the ship yelling for Jack Sparrow.
Anyway the boat has been stopped for about 15 minutes at this point, and there’s a couple sitting alone in the back. So the guy decides that nothing gets him in a better mood than the smell of water that hasn’t been changed in roughly 50 years, and convinces his girlfriend to blow him.
Now this girl is in the booth, along with the coordinator, watching this go down. Literally. There’s not much they can do to stop it at this point, other than notify security. Then another problem arises. The guy finishes, and the girl makes the motion to spit.
In. The. Fucking. Water.
Now if that load is released into the water, thats an automatic biohazard, and the ride is shut down for weeks. The water is removed, the ride path is scrubbed, along with the ride vehicles, and then new water is brought in. Costing the company thousands of dollara and pissed off tourists. The worst combination on this earth.
Panicking at this predicament, the coordinator grabs the mic in the control booth and says:
“Spitting is for quitters.”
This echoes over the bitching of guests and 50 year old audio of pirates commiting various crimes.
The look on this woman’s face was priceless. She gazes up, as if Walt himself commanded her from the grave, and swallows.
I’m told the ride started 5 minutes later and the couple ran out from the exit queue as fast as they could.
And this is why you dont fuck at Disney. Because cast members will call you out and it will be the highlight of our day.
Commission! A lovely person asked me to paint their ultra-premium rare-pair Dark Crystal ship. Ship? Ship…? There’s a pun in there, somewhere…
Here’s a watercolor painting of skekSa the Mariner and skekUng the Garthim-Master having a walk along the beach together! The commissioner liked the idea of their footprints in the sand…two paths that become one as they recede into the distance…until they are at last washed away with the changing of the tides…
I got paid to do this! Life is beautiful! I’m not being flippant; this is great!!
*Speaking quickly* So before Halloween I decided to get online and try to look for some abandoned cemeteries.
So I ended up finding one but it was in the middle of the woods so I decided to just plug some coordinates and take a chance. And I found something a helluva lot scary.
As I am walking the path to find this abandoned cemetery, um… *voice getting louder* Hands! Hands! Everywhere!!
By now you’re probably thinking to yourself, easyise, hands don’t just crawl what are you talking about? You would be correct.
Um- SPIDERS! FUCKING SPIDERS! DRACULARACHNIDS THE SIZE OF MY FUCKING HAND!!!
So after pissing myself and driving home, uh- I came home and looked it up on the internet and found exactly what it was I saw.
*Louder voice but not quite yelling* And here it is fam! Uh people like to call ‘em golden silk orb weaver *voice getting louder* but I like to call them NIGHTMARE FUEL DIPPED IN YELLOW FUCKING PAINT.
*Yelling* YOU SEE THE UNHOLY SIZE OF- THERE IS NOTHING AMAZING ABOUT THAT ON YOUR FACE!!
WHAT KIND OF ALIEN VS PREDATOR SCP SATAN SHIT-
IS THAT ONE EATING A FUCKING BIRD?!?!
THIS THING IS LIKE VOLDEMORT FUCKED A DEMAGORGON BUT SURE LET’S PUT IT ON A GREETING CARD!!!
*In a incredulous tone* SATAN DOESN’T EXIST?!?! THEN WHY WAS I MET WITH A FOREST-FUL OF THIS SHIT?
CHECKMATE ATHEISTS!
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I am CRYING with laughter omgggg there are just SO MANY GOOD LINES in this
Q:(Mobile doesn't like emoji's) How about a skekling au where SkekSil & SkekShod had little ones & Ariel is currently babysitting them? If you don't mind doing it that is.
“h-hey!” Ariel’s voice squeaked out in alarm, catching a more than excited skekling as it hopped off a high ledge. “what were you doing up there?? you could have been hurt!” she kept her voice hushed, but still stern enough.
Wide eyes met her, but thankfully it didn’t cry(this time) instead, she carefully placed them upon her bed where a few others rested. “You don’t want your parents to be sad if you get hurt”
It was still such an odd thing to say. She had thought skeksis could not have offspring- and yet, when SkekShod and SkekSil announced their pregnancy, her- as well as many of the other members of the castle- were left shocked.
Especially when Skekshod asked her to be the skekling’s aunt of sorts, which she accepted with a mix of excitement and worry. She had wondered if Skeklings would act similar to human children, or more like animal younglings- because she could easily handle one- the other, she truly did not like.
Thankfully, they seemed to have a best of both worlds point, which she didn’t mind-
And it also helped that they were cute as hell too…even though they often exhausted her to no end, especially when it came to getting into less than safe shenanigans. Truly, they were the chamberlain’s children.
A chirp and pull upon her pants leg caught her attention, and she looked down to one of the last skeklings still awake, chirping for her attention and for her to pick it up.
“Hello there little one” She cooed, gently lifting the skekling to her chest. “starving for attention weren’t you?” gently, her fingers ran along its head, to its belly where she gently rubbed, chuckling at the happy coos she received at the affections “Such a cutie pie~ yes you are”
Enraptured at spoiling the skekling, she barely heard the door open, revealing two more than amused skeksis.
“Seems friend Ariel isn’t so anti-children after all” Skeksil cooed, causing the woman to freeze mid spoiling. Her eyes revealed a mix of deer caught in headlights, and a pout over the fact she could no longer spoil them.
“Apparently skekling’s are the exception to this rule” She huffed, barely hiding her eye roll as both chuckled. Skekshod immediately came over to pick up the skekling within her arms, while the Chamberlain went over to the ones asleep upon the bed.
“….” a gentle brush of Skekshod’s beak against her cheek was more than enough for her to know the skeksis Treasurer was appreciative of her taking time to baby sit, but still he attempted to speak “…thanks”
She smiled, shaking her head. “anytime. they’re pretty decently behaved…though they have skeksil’s DNA within them.”
“You wound chamberlain” Amusement was clear- ever since he had given birth to his skeklings, it seemed as if he had calmed, relaxed his manipulative and evil nature to focus more upon being a good parental figure. “chamberlain has not done wrong!”
“Are you sure? I can give you a list a mile long”
All three chuckled at her retort.
“truly, friend Ariel is good parent” Skeksil hummed, holding all his skeklings within a special sack made to carry them all. “Perhaps should see about being parent?’
Eyes widen, and she immediately holds up a hand.”No, i’m not comfortable with them, and honestly I wouldn’t be a good one- I’m better off as an Aunt or uncle.”
“mmmm” the telltale whimper immediately signaled to her he was planning upon a retort, before Skekshod stopped him. Defeated, the chamberlain huffed in irritation.
“thankful..” He wheezes “For still taking care” voice still roughened, even after so many attempts at regaining his speech, the emperor’s actions from hundreds of trines before still evident even now.
“though…friend might wish to speak to suitors” Skeksil hummed. “seems all skeksis now have skekling fever” with this, the two bid her a goodnight. As she closed the door, Ariel could only pray that Skeksil had spoken that to get back at her.
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