strawberry line

strawberry-lover  asked:

Alright but the animation you did of Chat singing the theme song? Blew my mind. I can't stop watching it. It's haunting in the best way, and just so damn fluid I could cry. (But what cover is that? I NEED IT)

oh, thank you! (⌒▽⌒)♡ But it’s not a cover, it’s the french opening song of the show! Many people asked me which song was that, and I was surprised because I watch the show in French so I always heard the music.

So here it is for everyone who hasn’t heard the full song yet!

This is the only video that I found with the English translation. It’s mostly ok. But what I love the most, apart from Chat’s voice, is the lyrics. They are so dramatic, I adore them so much.

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🍓Strawberry Meringue Milkshake🍓 

Fledgling dove! Saw the mama sitting in the middle of the road with it, so stopped to check on them. Baby was fine (no visible wounds, wings flapped easily, clear eyes, nice and plump, gripped with both feet) so I moved it out of the road and under a bush. Heard it calling for mom as I left, she’ll be back soon.

Annual reminder that any birds you find like this, I.e. feathered and on the ground with a parent nearby, is a fledgling. The process is dangerous, but they’re learning how to be birds. Doves look especially helpless during fledging, but they need to be left alone. If a bird isn’t in immediate danger (near a predator, in a road or other dangerous area, injured, badly underweight, or in any sort of contact with a cat) the best thing you can do is not touch it. I took the opportunity for a cute photo, but only while in the process of moving this bird about 10 feet to get it out of the road.

A naked, helpless baby bird should be put back in the nest, or kept indoors very temporarily until a new nest (any sort of basket, including plastic strawberry ones, lined with grass or shredded paper) can be made and put in a tree near where it was found. Easter baskets are good as they have handles.The parents should find it easily enough. 

An emaciated, unresponsive, injured, or cloudy-eyed bird, or any bird that a cat may have scratched, bitten, licked, or mouthed at all should be taken to a wildlife rehabilitator for treatment. Signs of injury include bleeding (beyond minor cuts), legs or wings that don’t work, and large, visible bruises along the featherless underside. Not having feathers under the wings is absolutely normal on fledgelings, as is looking scruffy and being unable to fly. 

And, again, if a cat has scratched a bird, even just slightly, or touched the bird with its mouth at all, or if you think it may have mouthed the bird, the bird needs to be taken to a wildlife rehabilitator for antibiotic treatment or it has a high chance of dying of sepsis. Cats have gram-negative bacteria on their saliva that is meant to kill prey animals like birds, and baby birds in particular have extremely thin skin. The bacteria can be dangerous even through intact skin. 

To Have and to Hold

PAIRING: Reader x Bucky

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

WARNINGS: FLUFF Dad!Bucky Mom!Reader, basically family fluff! 

So I’ve been obsessed with the thought of Bucky as a Dad and this idea popped into my head a work one day. I’d like to make it a series possibly? But it wouldn’t be in chronological order so I’m not sure if it would make a lot of sense? But anyway enjoy this little family one shot!

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It was quite, blissfully quite. You moaned softy, slowly working your muscles after the late and rather strenuous night with your husband. Speaking of the man in question you turned your head to watch his sleeping form. Seven, no eight years of marriage and the two years of dating on top of that and he was still beautiful. You smiled to yourself only imagining what he would say to that. Despite technically being well over one hundred years old he was still as handsome as the day you met him. Apart from the few wrinkles around his eyes and the slight smattering of grey hairs in his beard when he let it grown out he hadn’t changed a bit.

“Stop staring at me and get over here” you smirked at the deep raspy voice muffled slightly by the pillow. Taking his word you slid under the metal appendage nestling yourself into his chest.

“Can’t a wife marvel at her husband?” you teased playfully.

“Depends on what you were marveling at doll, it had better have been my ass” he emphasized this with a playful tap to yours, earning a soft squeal.

“No you sex crazed manic, I was just thinking how great you look, despite the wrinkles and the grey hairs”

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The Scars That Don’t Heal

A/N: Hey guys! Still not off of my hiatus, sorry (tbh I’m kind of liking not being on tumblr a lot. I’m getting a lot done, for once). BUT I didn’t forget about Nalu Angst Week and BOY ARE YOU IN FOR A SHOW PHEW!! I can’t wait to unveil my entire story and yes, you heard right. For the rest of the week, I will be writing chapters that all take place in the same storyline and universe. It’s like a really small multi-chap. Figured I’d get my feet wet some more before continuing with Cataclysm (and I can’t WAIT to pick that up again!!). AAANYway…here is part one: The Scars That Don’t Heal

rating: T

words: 3216

pairings: nalu, duh

summary: He had given in, and she was too late. There was nothing she could do besides beg and plead for him to come back to her. She knew it was in vain, that the words would never reach him. But there was still a sliver of her that hoped he was still in there. In the end, her kindness gave her scars that would never let her forget when her happiness had slipped through her fingers.


There was a time where she was looked on with admiration and envy. She couldn’t walk down the street without getting catcalled or hear a woman scoff under her breath just because she wore something that made her feel confident, albeit a bit more immodest than some would like. .  She’d be able to walk up to vendors and, if she played her cards right, she could land a pretty decent discount. It didn’t exactly work half the time, but that was beside the point. She even managed to land a pretty big following when she had posed for Sorcerer Weekly way back when and she hadn’t even tried for that one.

That seemed like years ago now

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anonymous asked:

17 bunnyribbit w/ efi and the three omnic characters please

Hoo boy that’s a lot of characters! But this prompt is really cute so I’m gonna do it!

17. Gardening

Efi was perched on Orisa’s shoulders as D.Va and Lúcio gave the grand tour of the Watchpoint.

“So this is the launch tower,” said Lúcio, gesturing upward, “We don’t use it all that often, but there’s a really great view from the maintenance platforms.”

“I still can’t believe Winston won’t let me launch my MEKA into the stratosphere,” said D.Va, putting her hands on her hips. She turned on her heel to face Orisa and Efi, “Welp! That’s about it for the tour! As you can see the Watchpoint’s totally safe!”

Efi smiled, “See Orisa? Totally safe!” but Orisa’s photoreceptors narrowed skeptically.

“My neural mapping indicates that there is a section of the watchpoint that has not been covered in this tour,” she said, folding her arms.

D.Va and Lúcio exchanged glances, “Well… we just gave you the tour we got when we first got here,” said Lúcio, “It should have covered everything.”

“Not everything,” said Orisa, turning around and walking off with Efi protesting atop her shoulders.

“Orisa, you can’t just walk away, that’s rude!” Efi folded her arms and pouted.

“Your safety is my primary concern,” said Orisa, “We must investigate this area to be sure that this Watchpoint is indeed safe.”

Lúcio and D.Va quickly followed after Orisa and Efi as they headed off around the main hangar of the watchpoint to a fenced-off area. One area of the fence however, was flattened.

“Huh,” said D.Va as Orisa walked over the flattened point in the fence. She stepped over the flattened chain-link as well and took a few steps into a heavily grassy and overgrown sunlit area that received a nice breeze off the sea despite being further inland than most of the watchpoint. There was a small fence lining what must have been a garden at some point, with rusted and oxidized solar panels and a dilapidated greenhouse. Lining the area were several overgrown citrus trees, their branches groaning with fruit.

Lúcio whistled behind D.Va. “Man, Winston’s been holding out on us.”

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Fresh Fruit Waffle Sandwich with Chocolate Hazelnut Spread from Sleepy Hollow located in Magic Kingdom.

dinner’s cold, oh well (heda lexa drabble)

Here’s another Valentine’s Day drabble! This gets a little heated towards the end so beware.

(pls keep in mind that no gifs are mine!)

“Oh my god, how did you know I wanted this?” ft Lexa (@rpstarterss)

“Alright, alright,” you whisper to yourself, lighting the few candles around the house and on the dining room table.

This was your first Valentine’s Day with Lexa, and you wanted everything to be perfect. It was your first Valentine’s Day with any girl, for that matter. You took half the day off work to prepare every little aspect of the evening. Lexa swore that this day didn’t mean much to her; she just wanted to be with you. And although that was very sweet of her, you couldn’t help but roll  your eyes at the candle-loving, thick-skinned, tender-hearted woman whom you were lucky enough to call your girlfriend. You two had only been dating for about eight months, but you were already moved in together. You knew her better than you knew yourself, and neither of you would have it any other way.

After some final adjustments, you go upstairs to your room and change into a low-cut little black dress. You stepped back into the dining room and let out a breath of relief, happy that everything looked absolutely perfect: the rose petals on the small circular table, Lexa’s favorite wine in a bucket of ice, the china that you reserved for special occasions, the bread-sticks wrapped in a warm white handkerchief and then tucked into a woven basket, the lasagna waiting in the oven, the lemon cake lined with strawberries in the fridge. Everything was breathtaking. The only thing missing was–

“Honey, I’m home!” Lexa’s soft voice flowed through the hallways to the dining room.

“Hey, baby,” you smiled, walking out to meet your beautiful girlfriend who stopped as soon as she laid eyes on you.

“Holy fuck,” Lexa whispered and dropped her bags, quickly running over to you and pulling you into her arms. She cups your face, studying every inch of it before closing her eyes and pressing soft desperate kisses against your lips.

“Lexa,” you giggle breathlessly as her lips move to your neck, her hands gripping your ass. “I was hoping we could save this for later. I made us some dinner.”

“I really want to ignore what you just said because your ass feels so good in this dress,” she groans against your low-cut neckline, placing open-mouthed kisses on your chest. “But I know you probably worked your ass off to make this dinner thing, so I will love it. I’m just gonna get changed and I’ll be right down.”

“Sounds perfect. I’ll be in the dining room,” you give her one final kiss before she heads upstairs to your room.

In the meantime, you placed a couple pieces of lasagna on each of your plates and were working on getting the wine open.

“Need a hand with that?” You hear Lexa’s low voice almost directly behind you and a chill rounds down your spine.

“Actually, yes… please,” you whisper, unable to face Lexa as you hold out the bottle of wine. You’re scared that if you get a good look at her, you’ll drop the bottle.

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You hear her chuckle behind you and take a step closer, both hands wrapping around you to grab the bottle. She pulls you in against her and you let out a gasp as she presses the bottom of the bottle into your crotch. She moves the bottle against you, not even trying to open the bottle. She stands, watching you practically fall apart in her arms, the soft shadows of the flames dancing over your skin. The more aroused you got, the clearer it became to Lexa that you weren’t wearing any undergarments. Without a warning, the bottle stops and she slips her hand under your dress.

“Jesus fucking CHRIST, how did you know I wanted this?” Lexa moans into your ear and it’s safe to say that dinner is rightfully forgotten.