bibblew  asked:

This is oddly specific, but I love them so....what would everyone's favorite type of bird be? Do you have a favorite type? I personally love Cockatiels and African Grey Parrots :)

Oh god if I’m being honest I have no idea about birds, but I love robins. They’re so smol. 

I think Hanji would like falcons, and Mike would love vultures. Connie would be fascinated by owls I can imagine. 

I think I want to write a multifandom crossover fic where there’s a “fantasy door” section in Monster’s Inc where the doors there lead to anywhere from Narnia to Helm’s Deep with no specific timeline. Imagine Mike and Sully opening a door and seeing Winterfell or ending up inside the Millenium Falcon 

They’d go:




Bran Stark: … 

Arya Stark: What was that? 

Bran: I don’t know but they were beautiful. 

The Shire:



Pippin: Do you want to join us for our second breakfast? 

Millenium Falcon:



Finn: AAAAAAAGH! *Hides behind Rey*

BB-8: -whirr-beep-boop-beep-

Room of Requirement:


Sully: ROOOAAAR!!!

Newt: Perfect! New species come here!

etc etc etc

Or one of the characters from behind the door finds the door to the factory and chaos when Mike and Sully mix up their doors and do a reprise of 

“Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.” 

“So this is how the other half lives.” Mike remarked as he walked into the box reserved family, team managers, and VIPs. Evelyn rolled her eyes.

“Yes, this is the Hen House.”

Mike grimaced. The nickname was an invention of the younger teammates because of the large number of wives and girlfriends that made up the majority of the box’s occupants.

“About that.” He began, but Evelyn just tossed her hair over her shoulder and walked away. Mike glanced around the room. The other members of the luxury box pretended not to notice him, but he could feel their eyes on him; feel the questions they must be asking. ‘What was former Captain Mike Lawson doing here?’ There were rumors circulating around him and Ginny since he’d defended her on ESPN. Him being here wasn’t going to help things. He felt as though he was trapped under a microscope. Following Evelyn, he grabbed a champagne flute and muttered, “Blip tell you everything?”

“Mhmm.” She hummed, looking out onto the field. The game hadn’t started yet and the team wasn’t even on the field. He shifted, nervous. Evelyn rolled her eyes. “Relax Lawson.” She said. “They’ll do fine without you.”

Mike snorted. “No they won’t.”

Evelyn glared at him. “You saying there’s something wrong with the new captain?”

Mike grinned. He was sure Blip was going to kick ass, but it helped his ego to believe they were lost without him. It was also fun to wind Evelyn up. “Face it, Evie; they’re doomed.”

Evelyn arched an eyebrow, then smirked. “I’ll abandon you to them.” She motioned behind him to the crowd of curious people who were hoovering.

“For the love of god no.” He hissed. “I get enough shit from the media. I really don’t want to deal with them…” He should have bought a seat closer to the field. Hell, he should have gotten on right behind the dugout so he could yell at his team. Anywhere but in this box. “I don’t want to hear what they "know” about Ginny.“

Evelyn took a step sideways and Mike swore the crowd of onlookers got closer, like circling vultures.

"No.” He lurched towards Evelyn. “Blip is an amazing captain. The best captain the Padres ever had. He’s going to lead them to victory. Please don’t leave me.”

Evelyn seemed to consider it, but eventually took pity on him. “So the Cardinals, huh?”

Mike huffed, looking out on the field. “Don’t remind me.” The last time they’d faced off, he’d barely been able to hold Mount back from attacking her. Not that he didn’t trust Ginny to hold her own or Blip to have her back. He just would feel better if he was down there.

“Lawson.” Evelyn pulled a flask from her purse and handed it to him. “Drink,”

“Yes Ma'am.” Mike took the flask and swallowed, coughing as the taste hit the back of his throat. “What the hell?” He coughed. “What is this?”

“Vodka, Tequila, Rum, and Cognac.” Evelyn answered, matter of factly. Mike gaped at her.

“And you bring this to every game?” He took another sip, now that he was expecting it, the taste wasn’t as jarring. “If I had known, I would have retired earlier.”

Evelyn scoffed. “I brought it for you.” She gave him a side eyed glance. “Because you’re going to need it.”

Mike shook his head. “I’m going to be completely zen. Oh yeah.” He said in response to Evelyn’s laugh. “So zen, I could be a monk. I could start my own damn religion.”

“Well you’ve already got the beard.” Evelyn murmured.

An hour later Mike was grateful for her foresight, because he was about to break the box window and jump down onto the field like Batman to take out Falcone. Ginny was up at bat and Mike knew, he could feel it; Falcone was going to hurt her. He squeezed his fist, pressing his face against the glass, feeling the 98 degree heat from the outside, even with the air conditioning on full. A quick glance to his left told him that Evelyn was worried as well.

“He better not.” She growled.

There’s a silence in the entire stadium. It’s so overwhelming it makes him want to scream. All eyes are on Ginny and Falcone. Mike clenches his fists as Falcone pulls his arm back and lets a ball fly. Time slows as Mike watches the ball fly towards home plate. There’s a roar, that he dimly registers as his own voice, as the ball makes contact with Ginny’s hip. The force of the pitch was enough to send her stumbling back and Mike saw red. Evelyn grabbed his arm, trying to hold him back as he barreled to the door.

“Lawson.” She hissed.

“I’m going to kill him.” He growled as he walked out of the box.

“No.” Evelyn blocked his path, glaring up at him. Shutting the door to avoid prying eyes and curious ears, she glared up at him. “Besides me, Blip, and Amelia no one knows about you and Ginny. You charge down there, you won’t make it anywhere near the field, but you will be caught by the media and what do you think they’ll say? Right now the story is that Falcone is an aggressive jerk who attacked the first female player in MLB history. You go all caveman and the story changes. People ignore Falcone and focus on the fact that you and Ginny are together and speculation as to how long and whether she benefited from special treatment while you were captain.”

She was right. Mike slumped his shoulders, exhaling. He turned and walked back into the box. The screens are replaying Ginny’s exit from the field. She was walking, her head held high, her shoulders tense…and she was limping.

Evelyn sucked in an angry hiss. “I’m regretting holding you back.”

Ginny was behind curtains in her part of the clubhouse, pressing an icepack to her hip. Closing her eyes, she ignored the pain radiating through her.

“Unacceptable.” The curtain was opened and closed.

Chuckling, she didn’t even bother to open her eyes. She knew who was there.

“What is it, Lawson?”

He sat next to her with a huff. “I’m not even gone a game and you’re here, lazing around and only pitching in one inning.”

She opened an eye. His expression didn’t match his playful tone; he was worried, but he didn’t want to say anything because the rest of the team didn’t need to know how their relationship had changed.

“You might have missed it while you were flirting with models in the VIP booth, but Falcone beaned me in the ass.”

Mike groaned in disgust. “Never say that again.”

There was a slight uproar from outside. Blip stuck his head in. “Trevor’s here and wants to-”

“No.” Ginny said. She knew it wasn’t his fault, but she wasn’t interested in hearing what he had to say. Trevor was her past and she wasn’t looking back. Mike cleared his throat. Blip gave him a look that was disturbingly similar to Evelyn’s signature 'don’t test me’ look, but left.

“He and Evelyn are like…one person.” Mike’s face scrunched up. Ginny shook her head. Mike looked around, then leaned closer, his hand reaching for the hem of her sweat pants. “Can I see?”

She shook her head. “Not here.” She murmured. “Later.”

“Then let me knock Falcone’s teeth out.” He said.

“I highly doubt, you’d do that for anyone else on this team.”

“Bull.” Mike said.

“Oh really?” The chance of ribbing Mike for his stubbornness giving her something besides her pain to focus on. “So if this had happened to Blip-”

“Falcone would never have seen the dawn of another day.” Mike said solemnly. Ginny laughed. “Hey, what Blip and I have is special.”

And just like that, the humiliation and pain of her injury was gone.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Mike asked. Ginny nodded. He sighed. “Good. Because I have a vested interested in keeping other men away from that ass.”

Ginny reached out and smacked his arm. He caught her arm, holding onto her hand. They sat there for a second, simply taking comfort in each other’s presence.

“When you get home.” He murmured. “I’m giving you the best massage you’ve ever had.”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want to give it to Blip?”

“He’s not as pretty as you.” Mike retorted. “But if DiCaprio shows up, you’re toast.”

“I’ll remember that the next time you beg me for a knee massage, gramps.”

“Oh.” Mike clutched at his chest. “My poor old heart can’t take such salty words.” He glanced back at the curtain and quickly brushed his lips against her cheek before standing. “I’ll see you at home, he whispered. Straightening up, he cleared his throat and declared loudly. "And make sure you tell Blip how great he’s doing as team captain. Usually it takes 3 games in a season for someone to get beaned.”

“Be nice.” Ginny chided.

“Uh no.” Mike said. “Because of this.” He motioned to the icepacks. “I have to be nice to Miller.” Tommy had retaliated, hitting Falcone in the shoulder when it was his turn to pitch. “I hate being nice to Miller.” Mike muttered, shaking his head and stepping behind the curtain.

New Girl episode 3x19 "Fired Up" PRESS RELEASE

Air Date: Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Time Slot: 9:00 PM-9:30 PM EST on FOX
Episode Title: (NG-320) “Fired Up”


- “NEW GIRL” - (9:00-9:30 PM ET/PT) CC-AD-HDTV 720p-Dolby Digital 5.1


Jess hires, then must immediately fire Coach as her school’s new volleyball coach. Meanwhile, Schmidt gets sued and enlists Nick and a procedural television-loving Winston to represent him at the deposition. Also, Cece catches the eye of a much younger man in the all-new “Fired Up” episode of NEW GIRL airing Tuesday, March 11 (9:00-9:30 PM ET/PT) on FOX. (NG-320) (TV-14 D, L)

Cast: Zooey Deschanel as Jess; Jake Johnson as Nick; Max Greenfield as Schmidt; Lamorne Morris as Winston; Hannah Simone as Cece and Damon Wayans, Jr. as Coach

Guest Cast: Curtis Armstrong as Principal Foster; Ben Falcone as Mike; James Frencheville as Buster; Matt Price as Bill Berland; Brian Posehn as Biology Teacher; Rob Kerkovich as Tim; Lauri Johnson as Stenographer