but just look at this cutie

you: vassa is white she has red hair 

me, an intellectual:

i’m sorry i couldnt 

hear you over the 

sounds of 

the sixth queen

queen vassa 

the cursed firebird

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aw stars anon, you are too sweet… <3 i’m so glad that you liked it! i really wanted to try to capture just a fraction of the feeling that the lovely @tyranttortoise put in that scene (which, by the way, have you had the good fortune to read the Red PoV scene posted a little bit ago~? if not you should treat yourself…<3). something about that scene really caught at my heart - the imagery of them looking up at the stars together, that slight heightened awareness and unspoken heat/exciting potential, but in such a comfortable and trusting moment, at peace and alone… ahhh i just loved it so much.

so anyways, here’s an extra gif for your sweet message! hope you like Red thanking you personally, ya cutie ^^

anonymous asked:

I've been trying to convince my mom to get a pidgen for the last few months now. She refuses to get them saying "they look like demons and they carry diseases" and she wants a parrot instead. Do you have any advice that will help convince my mom to get a pidgen?

I had he same problem when I wanted to get Rex. I suggest showing your mom fancy breeds of pigeons, people tend to see them in a different light when they look like Rex…cute and round and fancy. Palomacy (I wanna say it’s pigeonrescue.org but you can just google Palomacy) has some great articles proving that pigeons aren’t their stereotype. You can look at the tag #petpigeon on Instagram to also show her, Instagram has a much bigger pigeon community than Tumblr. Finding videos of them being cuties was good for changing my mom’s mind.

Good luck!

It Is Not Just a Kiss - Date Masamune

Note: This is an extension of RP canon for the relationship between Masamune and Pora. Consider it backstory. Written for @a-night-on-polaris with her specifications, I just expanded on it. Yay MasaPora!

RP created by and writte by myself, @a-night-on-polaris and @noomsu

They were supposed to be watching the moon, viewing the stars… but Masamune couldn’t focus on night sky. His eyes kept straying to Pora’s profile where she sat at his side, closer than any night they had sat together before. To think he called her his wife and after two years he had only now begun to understand and know her. There was a universe of unfound, interesting things behind her eyes and hidden within the mass of brown and pink hair—things he would have never known if she had not defended him from his mother.

               He had locked her away for two days, mostly for himself as he worked through the confusion but also partially to protect her, and then he’d come to her room with just one question.

                “Why?”

                Pora had whipped out her words like a cooling rain that melted the heat of his calm, speaking of things he had never told a soul. She said he was kind. She said he never gave judgment without calculated effort and thought, that he had remained from her out of kindness and she knew that too. It was as if this woman to whom he had given the title Lady Date had known so much of him while he knew so little of her, peeling away the layers of his title One Eyed Dragon to find the man beneath.

                It shook him. He left without a word.

                It had been Kojuro who suggested tea, and as awkward as it had been it was the first time Masamune could say he ever seen his wife smile. It was bright, dazzling and warm—something he had given to her. A crack in the wall they had built between them, a hole for him to excavate and discover the caverns of gold and jewels within. Tea turned into walks in the courtyard, rides into town, and evenings watching the stars.

                Evenings like tonight, but his eye had not gazed the stars for some time now. Her nose wrinkled as she turned.

                “Masamune, the stars are that way.” Pora pointed to the sky.

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The funny thing is when I was at the Grammy’s , people were actually texting me and sending me photos of the TV, because when they were on the wide shot , way back in the room and I’m in the front row you could see my hair. “

- Josh about his yellow goodDYEyoung hair on the Grammy’s