she is a bird

Listen to me Sk8er Boi is an absolutely brilliant piece of bait-and-switch media listen to me.

Avril starts the song off with “look at these two. They are the song’s Heterosexuals” like that’s the first line she’s saying “look you’re not stupid you know this is a love story”

And if you’ve never heard the song before that’s where you think it’s going. “She turns him down but then years later he’s made it big and her friends finally approve of him and they can be together!”


“And also were dating–me and Sk8er Boi here. You thought I was just the narrator well guess the fuck what. were in love and you missed your chance so FUUUUUUUCK YOU ahahahhahahghhff.”

Then she shimmies off screen flipping both birds talking about how she’ll be busy being happily in love with Sk8er Boi if you need her. That ultimate level of Petty.

It’s genius.

My mom has baby birdies in her flowers! They are right on her porch. She wont go sit outside because shes afraid she’ll scare the momma away. Or get attacked. Either way! She managed to take this photo because she knows how much I love birds.

We are unsure of their species. But the eggies were super tiny. Maybe some sort of sparrow. I can’t wait to watch these little guys grow!


AU where Jane is immortal and her true love has been reincarnated throughout her lifetime - it’s a big reason why she travels and adventures so much. 

One day Jane is looking at photos, reminiscing about past lives and loves when Nani walks in - Jane decides to take the plunge and tell her girlfriend about their history. It’s never easy to take the plunge, Nani could always reject Jane, leaving her alone to pick up the pieces of her broken heart. It had happened before, it could just as easily happen again.  As she slowly puts in each slide, she tells small anecdotes about each one.

The first time Kida had taken her to the see the kings of the past, beaming with pride at her heritage. They were glorious, full of majesty and beauty and the rich history filled Jane with such a sense of joy that she burst into tears after the picture was taken. 

The dark forest, birds singing around her as Pocahontas took her into her arms, the summer air hot and heavy, the world falling away until it was just the two of them. Time seemed to stop in that moment and Jane finally understood what it meant to have a soulmate. 

Chel always surprised her, more often than not bringing her gifts that then had to be returned to their rightful owner - Jane was not getting kicked out before she was truly able to explore the hidden Mayan civilization. For all it’s gold, the people of El Dorado didn’t seem very rich and so, Jane blushed very deeply when Chel brought her an old tome - a tome, she had been assured, was attained quite legally. 

Voice trailing off, Jane sighed away the ghosts clinging to her skin and brought her focus to her abnormally silent girlfriend. At first, the immortal was concerned that she had pushed too hard, it had been too much too soon. But there were tears in Nani’s eyes and an amazing amount of trust and belief for one as wary as the young Hawaiian and Jane knew that she’d found her love once again. 

shout out to @kuresoto for being an enabler.

When she’d taken Ben Solo’s kingdom with 2,000 of her best men at her beck and call, she’d been sure to take her late father’s advice to heart and return with the prince himself in tow, chained and trussed up like a holiday bird. She’d stripped him to the basics, giving him the benefit of a worn pair of trousers, yet the way he looked at her, the way he breathed proved he was still a proud man, unwilling to bend or break for her. She may have taken his throne, forced his people into an alliance with her own under the guise of “protection,” but taking his pride would be the feat she was looking forward to most. She would have him bow before her and call her his empress, or she’d never be satisfied.

The first evening, against the judgement of her advisors and closest companions, she had her mages fit him with a collar and offered him the post of her body guard. Well, perhaps offer wasn’t the proper word for it. He’d fill that position until death parted them, or she grew bored. The latter she thought was the most unlikely. After it’d been seated around his throat, and all others had retreated for the evening (much to Finn’s displeasure), she’d sipped her wine and watched his face grow red with frustration when he couldn’t strangle the life from her as he wanted. His fingers dug into the armrests of his chair, and he stared down at them, as though willing them to move. His broad shoulders trembled with rage and the sight alone made Rey wet, having to press her legs together to relieve some of the tension.

“What magic is this, witch?” he’d demanded, voice like a cornered tiger, eyes glowing near gold in the fire light.

“Insurance.” She’d smiled blithely, sucking the last drop of red wine from her bottom lip. His eyes had drank in the motion wordlessly, and she fell asleep with his heated, hateful gaze still on her.

Lily + Ashton's Home - Wednesday, 1:20pm

“Yeah, I do know. I just don’t want him to hurt you again. I might come across as crazy, but once your little one gets older and starts to date, you’ll understand. I couldn’t swallow that, especially after that guy you were dating way before you met Zero.”

Yeah, Roger. The one who, initially, helped Sado feel so self-conscious about her weight and her own body, that she stayed clear of mirrors and refused to eat medium sized portions of food. Then she met Zero and he used to tell her she ate like a bird. Tiny portions that wouldn’t even be classifed as a, snack.

He would encourage her to eat more, sometimes giving her his dessert because he rarely ate sweets. Until he started calling her his dessert. That was a different story though. “What did he say about this?”

“You mean, how did he take the news? He was happy. He almost didn’t want to be happy just in case being pregnant wasn’t what I wanted. He bought a house for us and the dogs, the baby room is all set up and the house is baby proof. He’s…happier than I’ve ever seen him.”

“And you?”

“I’m happy for all the reasons you could think of…but I’m scared for when it finally happens. I know how difficult pregnancies and child birth are in general.”

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that’s a great question actually!
I think that my biggest impression of her was formed from her first episode… I remember thinking she has really striking features, she has a slender face and pearl’s nose but amethyst’s lovely full lips, so there’s this dichotomy in her design that’s really interesting and beautiful. and that dichotomy also shows in her personality, or at least what I felt from her.
She’s fierce and confident and graceful in a fight, but she’s also very sweet and playful, and so caring.
I think her big scene is a perfect character introduction and tells you everything about her.
Like, she defeats this flock of bird monsters not only with ease, but with incredible style and grace, and its like a performance more than a battle. And just when we (and Steven) are totally in awe of this fearsome warrior, she becomes soft and loving, reaching down to give steven her hand… and she puts him back at ease, with a gentle laugh and singing his song back to him. almost in a teasing way, but kind of shy too, she’s saying of course I know who you are, I love you, and I’m so excited to meet you too! and I think that is the moment I fell in love with her.


Previously on the Kat Crazy Cat Lover Challenge:

  • Tara doted on her cats a lot. 
  • Samantha was continually crazy, even without catnip.  She ran away after a fire but was returned by a kind stranger. 
  • Mickey took on the duty of watching Tara in the kitchen to make sure she didn’t mess anything up - and to see if she left out any fish. 
  • Cheech was a fearsome hunter of bird toys and catnip mice.
  • Faline was also a fearsome hunter, though she prefers the mice to the birds. 
  • Cheech and Faline did not get along, in spite of Tara’s (and my) hopes to get them to breed.
  • Samantha and Mickey did get along and have kittens on the way.
  • Tara met Jareth Klein and they became good friends (and possibly more). 

In short, the real stars of this challenge are the kitty cats.  Are you ready for more adorable cat pictures, with a few pictures of Tara thrown in for good measure?  Me too!  Let’s go!

anonymous asked:

I love your hcs! The newest 'first pet' one is adorable~ Just one little detail I feel like you should know. You put down Jaehee getting a parrot because "it's not a huge responsibility" and that is a huge misconception. Parrots can live for 20-85 years. And they're really smart, which means they can get into a lot of trouble. It's like having a permanently-screaming 2 year old that you can't put a diaper on. A lot of birds are abused b/c of this, thought I should let you and your followers know

Haha, we believe any pet is a huge responsibility really:) In the context of Jaehee’s, it’s just that (after working for Jumin and dealing with Elizabeth) she didn’t want a big pet like that. She wanted (if even that) something smaller if she ever got one. Like you said, any bird is a pretty big responsibility, so she was also a little upset when MC got her one. 

Hope this makes sense? We weren’t belittling birds or various pets at all. Haha, thank you though! 

PS: Screaming like a two year old, we’re dying x’’’D

The trouble with fantasy authors is that we tend to sit at air conditioned desks writing about deep woods and desert plains. We…miss things. In the (otherwise engrossing) book I’m currently reading, there’s a plot point where a queen is secretly fretting because the river that is her sacred charge is being poisoned, and she is afraid that people will start noticing. Hon, fish and birds are dying. Which am I supposed to believe, that this is the only river in the history of ever not crawling with people who make their lives on and from the river, or that they’re somehow ALL less observant than sticks?

anonymous asked:

Natasha Romanoff for the character thing?

  • Sexuality Headcanon: Pansexual
  • Gender Headcanon: Female (cis)
  • A ship I have with said character: Widow x Hawkeye; 
  • A friendship I have with said character: Widow x hulk
  • A NOTP I have with said character: Widow and Coulson  
  • A random headcanon: Nat is a great singer, she sings in the bathroom all the time. Clint calls her song bird. 
  • General Opinion over said character: I really like Widow, I’m not crazy about the hulkxwidow ship to be honest. I feel like their friendship was pretty solid and the fact its another female and male relationship that turned romantic is pretty meh. like I get it but its not my fav. 

Ask me Character things

anonymous asked:

hello hi are we still allowed to send bards in??? i'm about to start playing a campaign with altoid skyrock, my little halfling druid/bard who likes to sing to her three pet rocks and dislikes mint and cinnamon. she's also probably a baby lesbian but for now all she wants to do is whistle at the birds and still somehow get surprised when they whistle back. also i have convinced my dm to give her a flying snake friend :D


anonymous asked:

Why is TGSM so far away , It seems so surreal seeing Z in these Big screen movies. I can not imagine how she feels. I happy she gets to show people that not only can she act but Sing too,this movie kills two birds with one stone.

Right? It looks so amazing. I really really really want people to support this film

hey just wondering but what exactly makes it okay for some random cis girl in my class to say “hey i like your panties they have birds on them” because she could see the band of my underwear is she trying to be funny because I’m a girl but I don’t look like one funny queer wannabe tranny lol haha

chiaroscuros-void  asked:


I feel a twisting discomfort in my chest when she looks at me with her wide, trusting eyes. It is like a deep feeling of wrongness. Like I have found myself in the wrong place with no idea how to get home. She is a morning bird chirping in the dark of night.

When the sorcerer found the dragon, it was attacking a grape.

This was only possible because the dragon was not much larger than a grape itself, but she still had to do a double take to be sure the object it was fighting with such animosity was in fact inanimate.

She crouched so that her eyes were level with the top of the table and squinted at it. The dragon sank its tiny fangs into the grape’s skin and gave a great tug, succeeding only in throwing it and the grape into a backwards tumble. The tiny green reptile rolled to a stop with its whole body wrapped around the grape and shook its head ferociously, managing to pull its teeth out but also launching the grape across the table. It gave a mighty roar of anger (about as loud as a human clearing their throat) and stalked after it, tail swishing dangerously.

“Do you need help?” she offered.

The dragon froze mid-prowl and whipped its head around to look at her, looking so offended she almost apologized for asking.

“I mean, I could peel it for you, if that’s the problem.” She wasn’t sure it was getting the message. One could never tell how much human language these little creatures picked up by hanging around the magic labs. Some understood only such essentials as “scat!” or “oh fuck, that sure did just explode”, while others could hold entire conversations — if they deigned to interact.

This one looked like it was deciding whether she was worthy. Finally, it sniffed daintily and flicked its tail, scales clacking together. “Little monster is my prey, and you can’t have it. Found it first. Will devour it!”

“Oh, sure,” she agreed. “But you know it’s a grape, right?”

This was the wrong thing to say. It glared at her and then bounded away to the other end of the table, where it slithered up to the grape and pounced on it.

Grape and dragon promptly rolled off the edge of the table.

The sorcerer quickly went around to that side, alarmed that it would be stepped on. The labs were bustling with shoppers stopping by to watch demonstrations this time of day, and a small dragon wouldn’t be easily visible on the blue and green tiled floor.

“Horrible! Dirty!” The tiny dragon was screeching at the top of its lungs, holding onto its prey for dear life. It would have been hard to hear anyway, with all the noise of the labs, but with the sorcerer’s diminished hearing it took several seconds to locate the screaming creature.

She scanned the pattern of the tiles for it and sighed. “Oh, hold on, we mopped this morning.” She cupped her hands around it and deposited it into her skirt pocket, an indignity the dragon endured only with more screaming.

“An outrage! Put me down!”

“Shh,” she advised. Lab workers were strongly discouraged from bringing creatures into the back rooms, which was where she was heading, picking her way through the crowded front lab.

“Fuck pockets!” her pocket responded.

“Oh, you can curse. Wonderful.”

The dragon seemed to take this as an actual compliment. “Am multitalented. Can also compose poetry.”

“Really? Can I hear some?”

“No. For dragon ears only.” It sounded viciously pleased to hold this over her head. The bulge in her pocket rearranged itself, and she thought it might be trying to gnaw on the grape.

She felt herself smiling even as she tried to squash her mouth into a straight line. She liked this little bad-tempered thing, even though its spiky feet were digging into her thigh.

In the much quieter kitchen of the back rooms behind the lab, she transferred the wriggling, scaly handful from her pocket to the table. The dragon hissed out a few more insults as it got up and straightened itself out, but its jaw fell open when it finally took in its surroundings. She’d set it down next to the fruit bowl.

“There you go. Food mountain.”

The dragon’s shock didn’t last long. Abandoning the grape, it scraped and scrabbled its way up the side of the bowl and from there onto an apple, its claws leaving tiny puncture marks as it hiked to the top of the arrangement. “Food mountain!” It repeated, its gleeful crowing much clearer and almost sing-song without having to compete with the noise of the crowd.

She watched it turn in a circle, surveying the feast. “But… cannot eat it all,” it observed after a while, crestfallen. “Human-sized. Big shame.”

“Don’t you have nest-mates who can help you with it?” she asked. She had assumed not, from the way it had apparently been foraging for food on its own, but she needed to be sure she’d found a loner.

“No nest. No mates. No nest-mates. You’re rude.” It flopped down ungracefully, wings spread out flat on the apple like it was trying to hug the entire much-larger fruit.

She gave it a moment to be dramatic, and then offered it the grape, minus the peel. “You seem to have a good grasp on human-speak.”

It grabbed the grape without so much as a thank you. “Yes. Have composed poetry in both Dragonese and Humanese. Not for humans to hear, though.” Bragging cheered it up a little.

“You mentioned. I can’t hear very well, anyway.” She pulled up a stool and sat down. “Actually, I’ve been looking for a helper.”

“An assistant,” it said, apparently showing off its Humanese. “An attendant. An aid.”

She watched it bury its snout in the grape, juice dribbling down onto the apple it sat on. “Yes. A hearing aid. How would you feel about having a job?”

It smiled craftily. “Would feel positively, if job comes with chocolate chips.”

“It could,” she said, grinning. She had some friends who employed bird-sized dragons as messengers, but this was the first time she’d heard of one negotiating its salary for itself. “It certainly could. What’s your name?”

“Peep,” said Peep. “It is self-explanatory.”

“Don’t worry, I got it.”

Peep expressed its doubt that humans ever got anything, but she thought the tiny, prickly creature might be warming up to her.