#horsefeathers

[bird-bitez]

this is horsefeathers she's 2% horse on her grandfather's cousin's side

[youtubeswordsofwisdom2]

"If Jesus comes and says 'you want admin?' I'm gonna kick him."

Horsefeathers, 2024

[rachaelmayo]

This is Hibiscus Wind from 2007.

I have a thing for tropical fish. Wrasses are among my favorites, as they come in an absurd variety of colors and patterns. I used a couple of different species of wrasse as my points of departure for these pegasuses, and had enormous fun with the wild and crazy colors. ...I really need to return to this theme one of these days.

I made this with Prismacolor pencils over watercolor.

[scribledon]

The best description of my feelings of this scene is “bisexual panic”

[cuppajj]

Hello! I am not sure if you're doing your ask game, but I would like to play ball!

What would Drill think of my main OC, Pillar? He's the brown and orange four-wheel ATV that I used when writing for Whumptober (involving a certain obsessive ship au). Mech used to be a miner, too, though I don't imagine they'd have met during that time. He keeps to himself for the most part and enjoys working with machines. He always has to have something to do with his hands (usually fiddling with metal scraps or his tools). Period ality wise, he's honest to a fault, quiet, and hard-working. It takes a bit, but if you can manage to get past his little shell, he's a ride or die mech.

Pillar!!! thanks again for the lovely fic [which i will plug here 1 2 3], i periodically go back and read it because it's so good ;v;

Anyway, I think he and drillburst would get along nicely! They're fellow miners, so they can talk about their experiences (Pillar wouldn't have met drill back then since Velux was its own operation). Drill doesn't have all of his memories of his homeworld, but he speaks fondly of the ones he retained. I could see them talking about what they did when they were miners and after they were miners, like what they did during the war or what they've been doing postwar. Drill isn't a toolsmith, but he has basic knowledge. I wonder if Pillar is into music?

[heroofthreefaces]

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[Image description: Preview panel for the comic strip at the link. Professor Wagstaff, Bavarelli, and Pinky of Horsefeathers stand talking on the sidelines of a football field while the Doctor, fugitive incarnation, of Doctor Who looks on. The three of them are examining several pieces of paper; Pinky is balefully regarding one slip in one hand and an empty bathroom tissue roll in the other. Professor Wagstaff is saying, “If Huxley College is going to win this football game then someone's going to have to do us up some better plays.” Unfortunately there are not image descriptions at the main Hero Of Three Faces site. End description.]

[aerikvon]

[supernovasilence]

Ok we all talk about the Pevensies' trauma at returning to Earth at the end of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe and their trouble readjusting to life there again but think of all the funny/good parts too

They return from the country, and their mom is surprised when all her children hug her at the station. Even Peter, who thinks he's all grown up. Even Edmund, who went away surly and withdrawn. She doesn't know her children haven't seen her in over a decade.

They miss their dear Cair Paravel, but they absolutely do not miss its chamber pots. Indoor plumbing is amazing.

It takes a while to remember how modern technology works, though. How many heart attacks did the siblings give their parents or the professor because they walked into a dark room only to turn on the light and find the children sitting there in the dark. (They were by the window! There was still plenty of light from the sunset! They would have gotten a candle in a minute!) The kids sheepishly remember oh yeah electricity is a thing.

(Edmund has a new electric torch in Prince Caspian. He was so excited to get that torch. Almost more excited than you'd think a kid his age would be, and his parents expect Peter at least to tease him, but the siblings all agree light in your hand at the touch of a switch is terrific.)

Suddenly getting really high grades in some subjects and terrible in others. Their grammar, reading comprehension, spelling, vocab, even penmanship? Amazing. History and geography? They don't remember anything. One time in class Susan forgets Earth is round and wants to die.

Also they can never remember what the date is supposed to be because Narnia uses different months and years. They can estimate time really well by looking at the sun though, and Edmund at least can always tell which way is north etc without thinking about it (again, using the sun)

Okay but how many times did they go to pick something up or reach something and realize they are so much shorter and less muscled than they expect? It's a common sight to see Peter climbing on counters to reach a top cabinet, grumbling about how he's High King this is demeaning. (No he never takes the extra five seconds to grab a stool. He will climb that shelf.)

Peter and Susan being delighted because they are no longer almost thirty. (In a few years Edmund and Lucy will tease them about being old and their parents will not understand.)

Lucy doesn't have to deal with periods anymore for a few years yet. Susan might not either. Heck yeah

Lucy loves to climb into her siblings' laps and be cuddled. In Narnia she eventually she grew too big, but now she is small and snuggleable again. Peter is her favorite, and if she's upset, he'll tickle her and tell bad jokes until she's smiling again, but really she loves cuddling with all her family. She grew up without her parents; how many times did she just want to crawl into her mom's lap and her mom was a world away? Imagine the first time she realizes she can now. Or, imagine one day, a cold and grey sort of day, when the rain is pattering against the windows, and it sounds like the rain on the windows of the Professor's house, that first day they went exploring. It sounds like the day they played hide and seek. It sounds so like the rain on the windows of Cair Paravel, that if Lucy closes her eyes she can imagine she's back there, having tea and chatting with Mr. Tumnus before the fireplace of her room, and soon the rain will stop, and they will go out on the balcony and wave to the naiads and the dryads and the mermaids, who have come out to enjoy the rain and visit one other on the banks of the Great River winding past Cair Paravel down to the sea.

But if Lucy looks out the window, all she'll see is the rain over London, so it's not only a cold and grey sort of day, it's a lonely sort of day too.

Susan and Edmund are playing chess in the living room (and they must have studied with Professor Kirke, thinks their mother, because they certainly weren't that good when they left). Lucy goes over to Edmund, and oh dear, thinks their mother, now he's going to call her a baby and be horrible to her, but instead he picks her up and puts her on his lap without even taking his eyes off the chessboard; it's simply a matter of course.

"Doesn't the rain sound familiar?" says Lucy in a solemn, wistful way.

Their mother doesn't know what that means, but her siblings must, because Susan says, "Yes, Lu, it does,” and Edmund gives her a little hug with his free arm as she tucks herself under his chin to watch the chess match.

(Five minutes later there is a crash from the next room as Peter falls off a counter. Their mother does not understand the words he must have picked up from the Professor, but he's grounded for them anyway. His siblings have no respect for their High King, because they refuse to stop laughing.)

[bird-bitez]

horsefeatherz!

[horce-divorce]

Oh, okay, so theyve been making Instagram totally untenable on purpose for the artists and sellers that made that platform what it is, all so that they could charge anyone who actually wants customer support! Incredible. This is honestly a new low from them even with all the Meta shit. I hate it even more than Twitter verification, because this means these assholes saw that whole thing going down and went, "you know what our userbase would LOVE?" I am going to go apeshit

[natequarter]

[ID: a tweet from el_fodongo which reads, "greeting the great plumed serpent god quetzalcóatl as he is coming into the pub] quetzyyyy." /end ID]

[snowlupinwoodstories]

Writing practice 8! A different point of view

This includes our last honorable mention species, Swans! I decided to borrow from a previous work (found here ) and show an interaction from her side.

Shelly frowned as she double checked the appointment books. Blanche was a ruthless boss, the sharp put together rat insisted on having a copy made of the appointment document three times a day, before open, at noon, and right before close. The rat was meticulous about book keeping and tracking, and beyond paranoid that something could be missed, despite the end of day audits of all the appointments that had been done. 

Despite the extra extraneous work however, working at Spa Corps et Espirit was a huge accomplishment. While she was only a secretary on paper, Blanche had already promised to move her into a hairdresser assistant before the summer. Her grades in cosmetology school, and the job giving her an in where others would have to prove themselves in the fifteen dollar hair salons first. 

Report finished she pulled out the book she’d found on the table in the break room a few days ago, ‘Stylish Preening’. Blanche encouraged extra education and kept fashion magazines and new and old textbooks and instructionals in the back to be perused at convenience. Take enough of an interest in something and Blanche would set you up with a plan to get it added to the skills you could do and sell, which lead to a bigger paycheck. 

The spa and salon worked on a performance basis for a paycheck. You had a guaranteed amount based on a minimum level of work or maintenance tasks, and then an added performance level for tasks above and beyond, or client specific work. Shelly earned hers by submitting her exam and semester grades, and writing reports about any reading she did in her down time (and bonus points if it was also submitted to her cosmetology school; Blanche rewarded smart thinking). 

Hence reading on the job. Stylish Preening was a how-to book on preening and preening services written for mammals and non-feathered reptilian stylists. For most clients a preening consult resulted in a cool water spray bath, spritzes with special oils or detergents, skin scrubbing and allowing the client to preen themselves without having to engage their hands. The book however listed how to use special brushes or how to help remove pin feathers for clients needing help, It explained how to lay feathers to achieve certain looks, how to safely dye feathers, and even a special part dedicated to unique feather types. 

Shelly, being a swan, felt that it was about time someone started paying attention to what bird clients needed. While many mammals did trust bird stylists, many people didn’t know what to do once a bird was on the chair as opposed to holding the scissors. Maybe if she could extend her talent into feather keeping as well she could start off with a higher salary then most beginning ‘hair’ stylists. 

She took notes in a small leather notebook. Desperately she tried to pin out the most important points to write down. It helped her remember the key areas or allowed for quick referencing for when she actually got asked questions. 

Her studying was interrupted by the phone ringing. She pinched her bill before picking up the receiver, annoyed at being interrupted from her studying. She hoped Blanche would move her into a training position soon, she hated answering dumb questions asked the same time each week by the same rich old ladies who came in weekly to get their hair done. 

As she finished the phone call she noticed that someone had walked up to the desk. She turned and cocked her eye towards the tall horse with bulging muscles in sweats. In sweats! This was a high end spa, not the spa in a mall. 

“I have an all day spa appointment,” the horse told her, holding out a printed version of the email. She turned her head at it, wondering if someone had tried to set up fake confirmations so people could get services for free, it wouldn’t be the first time she’d dealt with a scammer.

“Are you sure it was this location? Not down the road?” she deadpanned making no effort to grab the paper. Maybe this horse would get the message and turn around and go to one of the walk in spas. 

“No, I’m a regular,” the horse said, pushing the paper in her direction. Classic scam behavior if she ever saw one. If the horse really wanted to seem authentic then she should have come in designer clothing. 

Shelly glared at the mare, waiting for her to realize the jig is up and leave. She opened her mouth to retort back when she was interrupted, “Anastasia! Oh, I’m so glad you’re here, beautiful!” Shelly turned to see Oliver, the Lisa Frank dyed Poodle, come sashaying out o f the back. 

“Having issues getting checked in?” Oliver addressed the mare, ignoring Shelly.

“She won’t take my confirmation email. And I have five minutes before my first farrier appointment of the day,” the mare told the poodle, her frustration bubbling through her voice.

“Well why not?” Oliver turned toward Shelly, popping his hip for emphasis. She couldn’t believe it. Blanche had told her that there was a certain atmosphere the spa had, and that depended on a certain type of clientele. A type of clientele that the horse did not fit. 

“She didn’t seem like our normal clientele,” Shelly defended herself, “I mean she’s here in sweats,” she hissed the last word.

“Sweats? Sweats? Do you need your eyes checked,” Oliver exclaimed, “She’s obviously wearing athleisure,”he corrected with a frown, “And of course Anastasia isn’t like our normal clientele, she’s an athlete! Now get her checked in so that I can plan her coat and mane treatments, or I’ll tell Blanche you’re scaring away my favorite customer.”

Shelly glared at Oliver nodding before she took the confirmation and double checked it on the computer. Her cheeks felt hot as the mare’s appointments came up on the screen. “You’re all checked in. It's straight back to the farrier’s forge.”

As the mare left Oliver turned and chastised Shelly further, “Look I know you got this job partially because you are doing so well at your cosmetology school, but you need to work on your customer service skills.”

If you enjoyed this you may enjoy my anthology Life's A Zoo . Or any of my other published works available here.

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Preview: Inebrio Horsefeathers In Scamper Juice #1

Inebrio Horsefeathers In Scamper Juice #1 preview. This is it horsefeathers fans! Your chance to shine! #comics #comicbooks

[wonderlesch]

Best Kansas Themed Cocktails

Welcome to Kansas Themed Cocktails where I share my favorite recipes for an Amelia Earhart cocktail, a Hawktail cocktail, a Horsefeather cocktail and a Kansas City Ice Water cocktail. Cheers to Tasty Kansas Themed Cocktails!

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[aerikvon]

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

How come when I take a nap during the day, I can fall asleep pretty much anywhere in the most twisted pile of limbs and body parts imaginable, but the second it's dark outside and it's bedtime my pillows must be in this specific spot and I must be laying at this exact angle with my stuffed animal facing the right way in my arms and my fan on and it has to be completed dark and even then it takes me two hours to actually fall asleep?