There be Trash

As a lot of y’all know, I’ve been working on a big ol art book! It’s going to be a book full of illustrations, drawings, doodles, and more revolving around the themes of nostalgia, the suburbs, and growing up. Completing it has been…a struggle, especially covid and depression. BUT!  For the time being, I have a FREE sampler of the book for y’all to check out! Just click the lil link below and read the whole 35 page pdf full of finished pieces, process work, and thumbnails! 

last summer my friend who is an amazingly talented artist and i were in this super tall building, and she’s in a wheelchair and i’m pushing her around the room. it’s an art exhibit and some of her art was chosen to be showcased there and so it’s all fine and dandy until suddenly an alarm starts going off

a FIRE ALARM

everyone starts running for the stairs and my friend just looks at me with this forlorn look on her face

“i can’t go down the stairs”

but i’m a stubborn bitch “i’ll carry you”

“what about my chair? it’s too expensive for me to be able to get another one if i can’t get this one back”

“i’ll carry that too”

and i did. we went to the stairs (by then most people from our floor were gone) and i lifted her up in a fireman’s carry over my shoulder and then lifted her chair up and used the ridiculous amount of adrenaline that was coursing through my veins to make it down approximately 20 half-flights of stairs until we met some people exiting lower floors, one of which who kindly took the chair. I changed positions so i was holding my friend bridal-style which was, somehow, easier and the person who took her wheelchair (with her permission to handle it of course) accompanied me to the ground floor and then out the doors

basically there is no real protocol for people who can’t use the stairs in an emergency. it’s up to the people with them, if anyone, to help them or the person to somehow make it down the stairs alone, unassisted

thank fuck that it was just a faulty alarm system, because if i was unable to carry her down those stairs and the building was on fucking fire???? then i don’t know what would have happened to her, but i don’t think it would have been very good.

the fire marshal hemmed and hawed for a while and then said to take the elevator- you’re supposed to leave it free for the fire department to use and they want able-bodied people out fast not waiting for elevators. if the fire alarm has just gone off the building probably hasn’t suffered enough structural damage to make using the elevator dangerous, and modern elevator wells are heavily reinforced. many large and high-trafficked buildings on my campus have fire rated elevators that link in with the fire alarm system so they won’t let you off on a floor with a possible fire. 

if the elevator isn’t working, wait in the stairwell and call the fire department to let them know where you are. modern stairwells are also heavily reinforced- it might not be pleasant but modern building code usually requires fire-resistant stairwell doors in office and big residential buildings, also to help firefighters get in and out safely. older buildings’ stairwells may or may not be retrofitted with fire-resistant doors but a stairwell is generally the safest place to wait if you can’t get out. 

Understand that once you enter the elevator, you could POTENTIALLY be taking your life into your hands there.

It is NOT LIKELY, to be perfectly honest. It’s only in a pretty catastrophic scenario - think the Twin Towers, USA, on September 11th - that the elevators will be compromised and out of service. But there is a NOT ZERO PERCENT CHANCE and you need to understand that and accept it.

As for leaving the elevators free for the firefighters, okay, here’s the deal. Unless your nearest fire station is literally right next door? Your first on scene fire truck is NOT likely to be there on scene and needing that elevator before you get to the ground. It takes us TIME to find the address, gear up, and drive to the building. Then we need to hoof it into where the elevators even ARE, so YOU HAVE TIME to use the elevator to get down to the ground floor... BUT ONLY IF THERE’S NOT A RUSH ON THE ELEVATOR! And THAT is WHY we don’t tell people this shit. That’s WHY we tell people to NEVER USE THE ELEVATOR... because every self-entitled asshole will use it because they don’t feel like walking, and then put YOU in danger by delaying the elevator’s arrival to you.

IF, however, the elevator IS compromised, or you just can’t get it to come for you, or whatever, and you either don’t have anyone with you who has the adrenaline fueled BALLS to be able to toss you over their shoulder and hoof it down the stairs with you - because, let’s face it, that is RARE AS FUCK, then HERE IS WHAT YOU DO:

You call 911 and tell the call taker that you are in the building that has a fire alarm going off, and you are not able to evacuate because of a physical disability, and you tell them what floor you are on, and EXACTLY what stairwell you are waiting at. And the very FIRST thing that the firefighters are going to do once they arrive, if it is, indeed, a REAL emergency, and not a false alarm, is come get your ass and bring you down. Whether that means carrying you down the stairs, or whether that means locking out the elevators so that no one else can override them and coming to get you themselves, they WILL come get you FIRST THING if it is a real event. And if it is a false alarm? You will probably be the first person who is not involved with the building to know, because the call-taker is going to stay on the line with you until you are under someone’s care and out of danger, or until the scene has been sorted out as real or false, and you are out of danger that way.

These are pretty standard operations in the fire service throughout the United States. There may be some minor variations based on specific municipalities, but, for the most part, this is pretty typical: LIFE BEFORE PROPERTY. So, as long as SOMEONE knows where you are - hence why you call 911 - Firefighters will come get you. You are NOT alone, and you have NOT been abandoned. I PROMISE. It’s like, our whole reason for doing the shit we do: to save lives and to break shit. Sometimes, we get lucky enough to do both at the same time.

High rise fires suck ass, and I always hated them. But the very FIRST thing I asked anytime we got one was if we had “any entrapments” - which is what we call anyone who could not self-evacuate for ANY reason. We ain’t leaving you behind. And yes, your friend who doesn’t have the stamina to carry you down can stay with you, too. Because I would never ask that of someone, honestly. 

i shouldn’t post so much fanart. it’s a little embarrassing. but one year on and i’m still inspired to do all sorts of stuff

for example: what if when crowley came into eden and beheld the world everything was drawn like an Eric Carle book? 

“In spring, male red-bellied black snakes often engage in ritualised combat for 2 to 30 minutes”

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You know what to do.

Aziraphale doesn’t know if it’s better or worse that in the last decade he’s apparently decided this is rap battles.

Naruto has had his fair share of life-altering moments. Out of them all, the one when Mrs Old Pimp directs a placid smile at her husband and her houseguest catfighting in the hallway of her pristine house and says ‘Please take such activities outdoors’ in a voice that channels the heron instants before it yeets its sharp-ass beak at a fish-turned-dinner-turned-aaand it’s gone…

That one is an eye-opener. Some facts:

One: The thing. The thing which makes people not do the shit they want to do because the aforementioned shit is dumb. The thing he didn’t have until now. Survival instinct, that’s it’s name. That thing. He’s located it. 

(Naruto takes his index finger off from where it was squishing Cranky Old Pimp’s nose to drive his point across.)

‘He started it,’ grumbles the old bastard. His palm is still squishing Naruto’s face. The mythical survival instinct evades him. 

(Mrs Old Pimp, elevated to the rank of Mrs Uchiha, smiles more affably and ignores him.)

Two: The old bastard deflates. He’s whipped. He’s totally whipped. 

The other son -the one who looks like he needs some serious nap. Itachi- comes forward and transitions the incident back on track with a might-be-a-dip-of-the-head, might-be-a-bow kinda gesture, and introduces himself. There’s nothing not polite about it.

Three: This one hates Naruto’s guts.

‘Shall we all have dinner?’ Mrs Uchiha claps her hands together very prettily. Smiling. Still smiling. 

Four: On the bright side, Sasuke has been shocked out of his sulk. Naruto tries to convey ‘I don’t know either, bro’ with his eyebrows alone least two fourth of the Uchiha household get trigger happy with the killing urges. The effect is perhaps ruined by the fact that Naruto just called his crush’s dad a pimp, at a normal volume (he shouted), with some squishing and just a dash of hugging involved (he’s missed the matchmaking bastard, okay?). Or maybe Sasuke just sucks and failed to show up to the introductory course on Secret Eyebrow Language. 

Five, the one his newfound survival instinct has been blaring in the background of his thoughts: 

He’s landed himself into a nest of crazies.

1. The focus on whether or not a pairing will become canon as a reason people should ship something or not.  Do you not understand what the “transformative” part of “transformative works” means?”

2. This idea that saying “I ship that” means “I think that, as presented in canon,this is a perfect, healthy relationship that everyone should model their relationship after.” 

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