when i am on top of this rock

angst is lit and all but one of my favorite things is domestic future fics! give me 27 year old lance being captured bc he had a space cold and wasnt at the top of his game and is all chained and just sighs like “jesus fucking CHRIST am i gonna get roasted when they come rescue me who eve gets captured anymore smh keith is gonna kill me i dont want his passive aggressive post capture cuddles” 

or when they find a new place to go to and it’s a rocky planet and shiros like “oh man we better keep hunk back we don’t want his rock kink to come out :/” shiro’s a SAVAGE even at 35

they visit their families and have a bigass dinner and their fams are like :/? i do not understand?? bc they have their own ‘been together in space figting aliens for 10 years’ language

they still ROAST keith for I CRADLED YOU IN MY ARMS!!! klance are cuddling and it’s 6 am and it’s space mall day and they have a few more hours before it’s time to leave and they’re chillin and lanc just whispers “we’re having a bonding moment! im cradling you in my ArMs!” and keith punches him ://

also coran being really weird? but still sweet and as a lil 18 year old baby lance confesses he feels like a 7th wheel and coran is :/? wat that Mean?? and when lance explains coran builds a vehicle that needs 7 wheels exactly and pidge helped bc she didnt fucking know and coran is so PROUD when e presents it… that 9 years later they still use it for going around in the castle and lance is :’) when he sees it (and keith gets rly sappy with him)

matt stays with them (sam goes home) bc he wants to be there for shiro and pidge and they’re so cute together and allura liked shir but seeing him with matt made her really happy (she has a princess gf or something) and lance and matt compete over who’s a cuter couple (it’s a tie bc shiro and matt play dirty but keith is so sappy but also doesn’t know that there’s a competition)

I love foreign bands that write English lyrics, because they come up with such unique lines, and I really value that in music. For example:

Amaranthe (Swedish):
“We spin the world like a pinball machine”
“I’m like a satellite transmitting different eras”
“I hide, empower our remedy”

Dead by April (Swedish):
“Promise me to think of us, still bright, still colorful”

Volbeat (Danish):
“Feel the fire where she walks”
“Don’t look in her eyes, you might fall and find the love of your life”
“I sold my soul way down in the dirt, but I stole it back and forever in debt”
“Are the angels on their way? I’m in the dirt”

Oomph! (German):
“The me inside your second skin”
“Don’t you know the surgeon’s cut is like the fountain of youth?”

Scorpions (German):
“We eat the night, we drink the time”
“Here I am, rock you like a hurricane”
“If we’d go again all the way from the start”

H.I.M. (Finnish):
“Rip out the wings of a butterfly for your soul, my love”

Nightwish (Finnish):
“Taking us home where dust once was a man”
“You believe but what you see?”

Delain (Dutch):
“Underneath my tongue it hides”
“An error in my genesis”

One OK Rock (Japanese):
“It’s a mighty long fall when you thought love was the top”
“Shut down the sirens in our heads”

And then. AND THEN. There is System of a Down. And NOTHING even comes CLOSE to this shit:

“The kombucha mushroom people sitting around all day”
“When you lose small mind you free your life”
“We’re the cruel regulators smoking cigaro cigaro cigar”
“Sweet Danny and Lisa they take me away from”
Sweet berries ready for two, ghosts are no different than you"
“Fighting crime with a partner, Lois Lane, Jimmy Carter, why?”

And, of course,


Request: @valerieshubin: Please write a dean and reader smut kind of like where the reader has been living with the boys for a while and she brings home a guy from like a bar or something and the next morning the guy leaves and dean gets jealous becuz he likes the reader

Word count: 1.7K

Warning: jealous!dean (he’s a bit of a grump / jerk for a moment), unprotected sex, not a lot really

A/N: okay i kind of switched up the setting a bit, but it’s pretty much the same, i hope that’s okay

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Dean walked past the front of Baby as he pocketed his keys while reaching for the Motel key card. A night at the bar with Sam after a successful hunt. You joined for the first hour and a half, but left claiming you had a headache and would be in the second motel room you rented if something happened.

He thought about checking up on you when he neared your door. But just as he decided to let you be, a loud moan escaped from your motel room. Eyebrows raised into his hairline, he completely froze. It was unmistakably your voice, your moans. Another high-pitched moan came from the other side of the door.

“Dean,” Sam called his brother’s name. His gaze moved from the door to Sam. “C’mon, leave Y/N alone.”

But just as he was about to move away from your door, your voice sounded again. Only you were moaning another man’s name, a name that wasn’t Dean’s. Anger shot through him, clenching his fist tight as he fought the urge to break through your door.

He said nothing to Sam as he unlocked the door and stormed in.

Great, he thought as he plopped down on the bed, my night’s ending perfectly.

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We Love to Fly and It Shows.

I don’t really remember much about being taken away, only some slow faded 70’s colors. I was young. I do remember leaving my first foster home a year later to go to a new foster home. The new foster home was only 2 blocks away. but I cried my head off the whole way. Somehow I was totally OK by the time my new foster mom answered the front door. I gave her a great big hug and a kiss on the cheek. I was an optimist early on. Still am. 

The trick is you gotta start out at the bottom, then everything is gravy. The super duper trick is, there is only the present moment and you don’t exist, other than being the totality of all awareness, but that’s a story for another time.

I remember my first goat. He was my best friend in the whole wide world. A splendid creature that only wanted to fight and stand on top of cars. What a joyous being! When I had to sacrifice my goat to society and it’s old testament God I almost didn’t make it. Luckily, I already knew about the rock bottom thing. It was horrifying, but there’s no place to go but up! Let the old testament God gut and eat you. The new testament god will be along before you know it and you’ll get to beat his ass and eat him… or her or whatever pronoun they’re using in this eternal moment.
This all reminds me of the future when we were the disembodied consciousness inhabiting that one moon in a nearby galaxy. Remember how we don’t eat or fuck anymore?! It’s all a take-out greeting custom where we go to each other hovels and scream silently while chanting our favorite jingle/mantra.

Alex Summers + “You’re lying!”

When a sullen looking Hank McCoy walked up the cobblestone path of what had been yours and husband Alex’s home, only to tell you he had died you don’t really remember what had happened next.

You can sort of recall Hank’s lanky twig like arms going around you, keeping you from falling to your knees, and you can semi remeber your hands clap over your mouth, muffling the loud heartbroken wails that were coming from you. And you can be faintly certain of the fact Hank had then carried you inside your home, to the dark twade couch Alex had once loved.

You’re lying!” You said into Hank’s shoulder, his pale fingers running up and down your back as he tried to sooth you.Your own hands hand left your face and were now on his light blue button up, balled up into fists

“I’m sorry,” Hank choked out. Alex had teased him when they first meet, Alex had still teased him despite nearly twenty years of knowing one another, but they were friends and now like so many of his friends Alex was gone.

“I am so, so sorry,” he whispered into your hair, rocking the both of you back and forth.

“Mommy?” A small tired voice sounded from the top of the stairs, both you and Hank froze. Well Hank did, you had just bursted into another fit of loud.

A tiny girl, no older than four years old, with a sharp jawline and pigtails, and a ragged plush bunny toy dragging behind her, clambering down the stairs with a concerned look on her face.

“Uncle Hank?” She cocked her head to the side, not understanding why her uncle Hank had tears in his eyes or her mommy was red faced and gasping for breath.

“Hey Rosie.” Hank didn’t mean for his voice to sound so thick voice, it had just happened. Rosie looked so much like you, but at that very moment Hank could only see Alex in her young features.

He could feel your shoulders shaking, but your cries quite as you rub your eyes, trying, and failing to rid yourself of tears.

“Why are you and mommy sad?” Hank felt your grip on his tighten. Your mutation was the ability to talk to and control animals, not super strength, and yet the way you clung to him, like he was the only thing keeping you grounded to the world, almost made him wonder if you had gained another ability.

“W-We should wait until your brothers are home,” Hank said to Rose, making his chest tighten around his hurting heart even more than it already was.

Alex had left behind a wife and four kids, the youngest being Rosie, a four year old who would without a doubt forget what her father was like within a few years, and Chuck, the oldest, being a fifteen year old who’d feel the weight of being the new man of the house.

He than thought about twelve year old AJ, Alexander jr, and how that boy would never get the awkward ‘birds and the bees’ talk from his father when he came of age, or how ten year old Sean would never get to hear his father’s proud cheers from the sidelines when the boy won his first high school football game.

“Okay,” Rosie agreed, lightly before cramming in between you two. Her tiny arms wrapped themselves around you and squeezed tightly. She was such a good girl, a daddy’s girl. Your eyes meet Hanks as your lip quivered and though neither of you possessed telepathic abilities he understood the question: ‘How am I going to tell my kids?’



Tree frog set up, 2017

The three southern leaf green tree frogs (L. nudidigita) are currently housed in a 90x40x60cm fish tank which I have fitted with a hinged mesh lid (to allow penetration of the UV light). The frogs are supplied with branches for climbing and a pile of rocks for hiding and where they can find cool spots. There is no heating (I have a small water heater for winter if needed), as they are a heat-sensitive species which need to be kept below 23 degrees celsius. The water is filtered, and the tank is home to 6 white cloud mountain minnows (non-native) which are lovely to watch during the day when the frogs are quieter.

For this set up, I was inspired by the first place I saw this species in the wild, which was a slow-flowing wide stream amongst tall, white ti-tree trunks and some kind of dense, climbing lomandra-like plant. Some java moss was put in to grow at the base of the rocks and there’s some hanging moss I am experimentally trying from the top of the diagonal branch. A fresh wattle branch is added weekly for cover on the left side. Some sedges and water grass are also growing, with a different species of water grass recently planted before these pictures were taken. Some water snails are working to keep any algae down.


Anna’s Perioperative Playlist Challenge

Surgeons and their music.

If any of you have ever spent any (conscious) time in the OR at all, you know exactly what I mean.

You can walk past a suite and know who’s operating without even looking at the board. 

If you have no idea what I’m talking about, sit tight. I’ll explain, then we’re gonna play a game.

Like, seriously, indulge me, this is gonna be fun.

Surgeons like to operate to music. It’s kind of a thing.

I’ve heard some crazy stuff in the OR, guys. Every genre you can possibly imagine. There’s standard, top 40 radio hits. Classic rock. R&B. Soul. ScreamingbangingpulsingmakeyourearsbleedJimKirknoise (seems like the ortho guys really like this one). Country. Jazz. Even (I’m not kidding) swanky elevator music. 

My ears are ringing when I make it home. When I finally crash in my bed at night, it’s not the cadence of the pulse ox, or the myriad of monitors that I hear. It’s the music.

Today, I had my personal playlist on shuffle, as always. 4:30 am, headed to the hospital in a sleep-addled daze, chugging my coffee, angry at the injustice of the world. 

And then, suddenly, clarity. A brand new Bones headcannon is born.

Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Call Me the Breeze.

Now, imagine.

Bones, hotshot big-city trauma surgeon, fresh out of residency. Bones, eyes burning, fierce, sharper than a laser scalpel, gonna change the world. Bones, at the top of his game. Bones before David’s illness, before feverish research and quiet desperation, before pitying glances and subtly shaking hands, before stims and alcohol and insomnia, before endless custody battles and bitter failure and “I’m just a simple country doctor.” Bones, when sleepless nights were a welcome challenge and the morning offered a fresh perspective. Bones, the youngest published surgeon in a generation. Bones, dominating his operating suite through sheer force of will. Bones, fed up with people commenting on his age. Bones, saving lives. Bones, making damn sure that his tech knows what playlist is on rotation, and that Call Me the Breeze is on there, somewhere.

Later, after, it doesn’t matter so much. On the Enterprise, Len’s not doing many elective procedures. Surgeries come in fits and starts, in 22 hour shifts of blood and adrenaline and grit, shifts that leave Len hazy around the edges and utterly drained. Life in the black is weeks upon weeks of mind-numbing monotony, and then everything goes to hell. Most days, the playlist is the last thing on his mind.

Besides, his tastes have matured. Really.

It’s Chris that notices first. Chris, striding into sickbay, predicting exactly what kind of day it’s gonna be by the time she makes it to her station. She’s been doing this a while - she doesn’t need to see the set of the Doc’s shoulders, or hear the cadence of his words. She knows. Nurse’s intuition.

In the beginning, her choices are random. She’s been working in the field long enough that the noise fades to the background, personal preferences be damned. It doesn’t take her long to figure it out.

Doctor McCoy, god bless him, hasn’t a clue. 

One day, one awfully long day, when the supply shuttle is overdue and the captain has missed his follow-up physical for the third day straight and the doctor has been particularly bitchy, Chris rolls her eyes and calls him Mr. Breeze.

Len blinks at her, startled, then covers it with a dark scowl. “What was that, nurse?”

Anyone else would be terrified, but Chris works with this fool every damn day. She knows his tells, and she’s not afraid of Leonard McCoy. “Nothing, Doctor.”

He holds her gaze for a second, all bristled brows and blustering testosterone, but she is unrelenting, expressionless. He gives, whirling, and stalks to his office, muttering under his breath.

The name spreads like wildfire.

Chris turns a blind eye.


Now, the challenge:

 What else is on Bones’ surgery playlist?


Age 67 | 2047

It was late one evening and you and Dean were enjoying the sunset. The older you got, the more time you spent on the porch of your old farm house.

All of your kids had grown up and moved out to start families and lives of their own. You and Dean had long ago retired from hunting. You eventually told your children about what you used to do. They were interested, but none of them became hunters. And that’s all you and Dean ever wanted.

“Y/N?” Dean looked over to you, interrupting your thoughts. He held out his hand for you to hold.


“I never thought that I would ever get this far”

You looked back at him, confused with where he was going with this conversation. “What do you mean?”

“If it weren’t for you, I would have never gotten such a fulfilling life. We have children, and now grandchildren… If you would have asked me where I thought I’d be when I was 68 when I was in my 20’s, what we have right now would not have been my answer”

“Is what we have now a bad thing?”

Eyes wide, Dean shook his head violently. “Oh, God no. I didn’t mean it like that, I just… never thought I’d love the apple pie life as much as I do. I thought a hunter was the only thing I was capable of being”

You leaned back and let his words sink in. “Do you think that if we had never gotten together, we would still be hunting?”

Dean laughed loudly. “Yeah, probably… Either that or we’d be dead”

You laughed at the truth of his statement. You rocked hand in hand in silence for a few moments, lost in your thoughts.

“Thank you” Dean spoke, breaking your comfortable silence.

“For what, Dean?

“For giving me children and making me a father. For showing me that I am more than a broken, self-sacrificing hunter. For loving me, even when I didn’t love myself”

You silently got up from your chair and went over to Dean to sit on his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you nestled your face into his neck. You could feel him press soft kisses to the top of your head as he pulled you in tighter.

“A lifetime with you just doesn’t seem long enough” you laughed, tears brimming your eyes.

“Our time together ain’t over yet, Princess”

A Lifetime of Dean:

Infants | Children | Early Adolescents | Teenagers | Early Adults | Adults | Middle Age | Elderly

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“The playoff atmosphere in Toronto is extraordinary. Everybody shows up, they’re rowdy and ready to rock. The fans here are proud of their own and they’re passionate to another level. It’s every exciting word that you could possibly describe in a dictionary. Toronto’s a great sports city. A lot of the young fanbase probably don’t remember the Leafs when they were great. Fans are extremely excited that the Leafs are in the playoffs. The noise, the passion, that excites people, that gets people onto the edge of their seat. The leafs are number one, they’re at the top. When they’re rolling, it’s rolling. The city is gonna be buzzing, it’s gonna be rocking so these guys better bring it on. Get ready Toronto, let’s go”


Fandom: Shadowhunters

Word count: 2497

Characters: Raphael x reader, Alec x sister!reader, Robert and Maryse Lightwood

Warnings: a bit angsty, Robert and Maryse thinking they know better than the reader

Summary: Requested by @dontyouwishyouhadlove. The reader goes to the only place she knows is safe after she argues with her parents.

Alec doubled over as you managed to land a solid hit to his gut. You stepped back, grinning, and waited for him to recover his breath.

He was glaring at you once he straightened. “That was underhand, Y/N.”

“No, you’re just sloppy,” you corrected him, unabashed by his accusations. “Come on, Alec, you know we’re supposed to be just as good at hand-to-hand combat as fighting with a weapon.”

“You’re enjoying this,” he muttered.

“Nonsense!” You pressed a hand to your chest. “Why on earth would I enjoy hurting my own twin, Alec? I’m hurt.”

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anonymous asked:

ok but I need some Hecate cabin and Hades cabin friendship??? ur headcanons are The Best I love them sm?? pls???

Y’know I’m listening to some hype as hell music + your comments = some hella frikken hype headcanons I hope you’re ready.

  • Both are ultimate band trash no dispute
    • They probably go to concerts together and get the most hype you can imagine
  • They have similar fashion senses but they’re not necessarily the exact same. 
    • Like sure, maybe they both are into that whole ~dark~ aesthetic, but one of them wears like crop tops and tight-fitting clothing and likes to show off their body and the other likes to wear baggy clothes and rock that skater look.
  • Both are not really touchy-feely, except with each other then they’re just cuddling and laying on top of each other.
  • They’re both to rumors and being outcasts and know just the right TLC for the other when a comment is hard hitting
  • One of them is more wild than the other and likes doing basic ~dumb teen shit~ and the other is more anxious about them killing themselves even if they do the same dumb shit.
    • “jESUS Sammy put your body back in the car I am driving 20 miles over the speed limit put your seatbelt on,”
  • They’re both into memes but one of them is into the Memes.
    • “I swear to god Dakota if you fucking dab one more time”
  • Dad jokes
  • Really bad puns
  • Sneaking out of their cabins at 2 AM to go for a swim
    • Then realizing, ‘oh wow, water is cold at 2 AM”
    • Then being chased by the Harpies around camp half naked at 2 AM
  • Both are really overprotective of each other and will haze their significant other’s S.O.

anonymous asked:

Just bc I know nothing abt tyra what's up w her

Angela Preston won Cycle 17 of America’s Next Top Model, and when Tyra and her people found out she had been an escort previously, they stripped her of her title. 

Angela also says that, when cameras weren’t running, the contestants wouldn’t even be able to talk. Tyra wouldn’t give them any food or drinks on long filming days to make them confrontational. 

Also, when they were overseas, Angela Preston had an anxiety attack and she was throwing up and dizzy and cameras were filming it all still. When she came to (after everything that happened with the anxiety attack + her asthma) , Angela heard Tyra complaining that she just wanted to go back to her villa.

It’s been recently revealed that ANTM is getting canceled but Tyra’s manipulative ass played it off like it was just something she chose to do when talking about the situation in an instagram post:

tyrabanks: TYRA MAIL!
Thinking #ANTM #cycle22 should be our last cycle. Yeah, I truly believe it’s time. Our diehard fans know we’ve expanded the definition of beauty, presented what Flawsome is, tooched and booched and boom boom boomed, shown the world how to show their neck, rocked couture/catalogue/commercial poses, have found our (and your) light, strutted countless runways, gone on tons of go-sees, added guys to the girls mix, and have traveled around the globe and back again. Yeah, it’s time. It really is.
Wow, I am SO proud of what Top Model has done.
#ANTM brought the intimidating modeling world to the masses. We were the first reality show based in the fashion world. I never thought my little idea would have people everywhere thinking differently about how they take photos. And I never thought we’d do 22 cycles. Whoa! So many!!! And what rhymes with 22? You. And you and you and you and you! YOU made Top Model what it is. We are a global force that has so many international versions around the world because of YOU! That’s amazing and beyond anything that I ever dreamed.
I set out to create a show where Perfect is Boring. So I hope you continue to love your freckles, your moles, your big forehead, your big eyes, your small eyes, your pointy chin, your tiny boobs, your full chest, your ivory or ebony skin (or every color in between) - the stuff about you that makes you well…you. And I hope you’ve learned a heck of a lot from watching. I have an inkling you have. May your photos (and selfies) be forever fierce. May you always find your light. And may you werk hallways like runways. Always remember, you are beautiful & BOOTYful. And please, keep on Smizing each and every day for TyTy.
Fierce & Love,

She told the media about this before she even told her staff.

It’s also been reported that Tyra gave her staff McDonald’s burgers in the place of holiday bonuses.

read about this stuff in detail here (xx)

anonymous asked:

Hi I love your work just wondering if you could do a Katniss and Peeta first time fic .

I haven’t visited the whole non-AU Everlark universe in a while, so I’m a bit rusty! But anyway, I hope you enjoy fluffy and awkward smut, because that’s literally all this is.

Bon voyage, you hooligans.

(Sorry for any typos. I may or may not be on NyQuil at the moment.)


May I?

“Peeta, I think we should have sex.” She brings the water glass in her hands to her lips. “Oh, and can we have white sauce instead of red sauce with the pasta?”

I accidentally drop the serrated spoon into the pot, my eyes bugging out at her. She’s propped up on the counter beside the stove, her legs swinging out over the edge as she keeps me company in the kitchen.

I can’t help but gawk at her sudden declaration.


“I mean, if you’re really attached to the marinara, I guess we can stick to that. I’m just in the mood for white sauce.”

I’m not sure which is more appalling: that Katniss wants to randomly hand over her virginity after nearly two whole years of safeguarding it as aggressively as a dragon’s hoard, or that she mentioned it in the same sentence as pasta sauce.

The girl’s always been full of surprises, but this has reached an entirely new realm of unpredictability.

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If anybody knows me on my main blog or irl i’m sure you are aware I am an avid theropod enthusiast, I predominantly draw birds. When I first saw posters for Rio I was exited because I did like the first ice age, and I actually did like how Blu looked design wise. I did not see it in theatres, for whatever reason a school friend dragged me to see the 3D yogi bear movie instead (it was horseshit). Eventually I rented Rio on DVD to see with my mom and it was…….meh? and then mostly forgot about it. 

But that was younger me before I critiqued movies and had fermented in bitterness. So being a bird lover with a lot of things to say I decided to crack this into two separate posts because covering the designs alone will make this posts long and image heavy.

Why am I cracking down so hard on ‘realism’ in this movie’s designs? Well mostly because the “theme” of this movie is bird conservation. In a realism-based setting. Unlike, say, Seuss’s original Lorax. it has an environmentalist message but has a well developed Seussiverse where nonsensical creatures fit the nonsensical habitat. With rio however, it is based in our world in our present time. I expect the creatures shown to be based on reality. Otherwise you break reality, making your conservation message weaker by showing animals in this context that don’t even exist. These bird designs come off as lazy recolourings where the story and setting is just under researched.

Most clearly this can be seen with the “blue macaws”. 

Blu and Jewel are in fact supposed to be a real species of parrot, they are Spix’s macaws (which look adorable). They are critically endangered, and only one wild individual is known that was spotted earlier this year. Too bad they look nothing like the design, they couldn’t even at least make Blue a more turquoise tint.

Rio seems to model all of their macaws as Aras, the genus of larger macaws including the stereotypical scarlet and bluegolds. Spixs arent Aras, they are the only Cyanopsitta species, a smaller macaw which would be about under half of Blu’s size and roughly half a pound in weight.
If you took a colourless image of Blu i would assume he is an Ara macaw, or even the giant Hyacinth’s macaw. (In fact, most images that come up when i look for ‘Rio bird species’ places him as a hyacinths.) They also use Ara calls for his noises… 

Call me old fashioned but I think when you’re trying to make a movie about a real critically endangered species, I think you should at least try to competently represent it. Had he been a large species i would have loved his design.

However personally that doesn’t bother me as much as the background birds do. All of the macaws are odd recolours by which i mean hardly discernible species. In the top photo I see what may be a blue and gold, a scarlet or green-wing, and maybe even a red-shouldered macaw… which makes no sense because they are the smallest macaw, at 0.3lbs. BUT THEY ARE ALL OFF COLOUR AND NONE OF THEM INCLUDING BLU HAVE BARE SKIN ON THEIR FACES. i guess for whatever reason they thought it would look ‘too ugly’ :/

I literally had no idea what these bottom ones are, the only bird I’ve ever seen like that first one is a leucestic blue and gold, the green one may be a military macaw???? its just so frustrating to look at. So I went on the wiki and there they called them golden conures and peach fronted conures… that are large macaw sized..

(a golden conure with a large macaw trio, rio’s are the same size and shape..)


Then there’s the stock passerines… these guys are supposedly finches and there’s again a variety of recolours in the movies. but they are all just ‘ball with eyes’, a bird design stereotype that i really hate. I thought the blue one may be fairy wren but those are only endemic to australia soo

Other background birds included in Rio 1 are waders and other passerines or near passerines. I’m alright with the jamie foxx and will i am birds. I actually enjoy the cockatoo design as well as the toco toucan, but there’s more birds I dislike than ones I like. 

 I’m also bummed they had no raptors because south america some really cool ones like the harpy eagle, an abundance of diverse owls, and falcons. Other neat birds include hummingbirds, woodpeckers, herons, guans, hoatzin, cock-of-the-rock, curassows, and the potoo, just off the top of my head. Basically it just feels under researched on blue sky’s part when they set out to have a movie about birds and endangered species, but i’ll talk about my resentment for the plot later…

design nitpick round:

  • the parrots’ feet are missing a toe. parrots are zygodactylous, they should have two toes in front and two in back. so do woodpeckers.
  • the baby parrots are already immediately fledged with all their feathers, just looking like mini adults with a large head. just for once i would like to see nakey altricial birds in cartoons..
  • how did a toco toucan and keel billed toucan mate and have offspring.

“You look like you’re going to a funeral.”
“Maybe I am.”

Loving this Johnny Cash tank top I picked up when shopping the other day. Cash is and will always be one of my favorite artists. And hey, we can all hope for a love like June and Johnny right?

Gotta make it through the rest of this shift and then going to go home and binge through the rest of the show I started yesterday.

sexiestswine  asked:

AT FIRST I ASSUMED ALL THE CAMPING SHIT FIT IN THE CAR. Until I started camping in places I didn't have the car nearby. Esp right next to the dungeon where you get the Thiefs Hood. So legit, Noctis actually just poofs everything away, and his friends can just call upon the same magic whenever they want. LIKE EVEN POTIONS AND OTHER ITEMS. When I figured this out and the boys needed saving in battle i was legit always like "TF u can literally poof urself some potion why am I running to u. Lazy."

It has to be in the magical pocket Noctis has somewhere, I mean they just camp on top of the rock of Ravatogh at one point, imagine sending Gladio all the way back down to the car to pick the tent up 😂 it has to be the answer!

Yeah I found that as well, in the middle of swinging my sword around I had to stop to heal the guys :’)

My Girl - (Tony x Reader)

A/N- Sorry it took so long, but here it is! In this fic Tony is a major father figure in your life and he certainly isn’t too happy when he finds out his little girl is dating Bucky Barnes. This story matches up with the Marvel Cinematic Universe timeline and has Civil War spoilers SO BE WARNED!


Warning- Civil War Spoilers and angst, so much angst. I may have cried writing this.


Originally posted by sam-kaulitz

You will always remember the night that everything changed. You were 7 years old, waiting with the social worker in the lobby of Saint John’s Hospital. Your right hand held tightly onto a pink butterfly backpack. The uncomfortable waiting room chair a few sizes too big as you listened to Karen the social worker on the phone just outside the room.

“Hello, Miss Potts? Yes, this is Karen the social worker assigned to (Y/N)’s case. I am so sorry to inform you that Vera has passed away…” She paused, looking into the room at you. You pretended to be watching the tv, one of the nurses had given you the remote and an episode of Spongebob flashed across the screen and lit up the room.

“Yes, of course, my sincerest condolences. But I am calling because Vera named you next of kin, and in doing so named you legal guardian of (Y/N). I know that this is a lot to take in right now, losing your sister and now having to deal with your niece but if you need to we can make other arrangements.” She paused again, this time nodding her head and flashing you a reassuring smile. “That is great Miss Potts. I will let her know you are on your way.” She hung up and put the phone into the pocket of her black dress pants.

She crossed the waiting room and crouched down in front of you blocking your view of the television.

“Your Aunt will be here in 20 minutes to pick you up, okay sweetie?”

You gave her a quick nod and ignored her, focusing on the yellow sponge who took your mind elsewhere.

Two episodes of Spongebob and a vending machine pit-stop later, Pepper showed up. You dropped your bag as she dropped to her knees and wrapped you into her arms.

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anonymous asked:

I speak only a little italian, and what means "guerriero by mengoni" 😨

it’s a song my friend! it’s a very beautiful song from one of our most talented singers nowadays. 
Anon was suggesting it for mamoru but i instead replied it reminds me about iwachan! (also because he is a warrior -’guerriero’- in haikyuu quest!). the video is also p gay lmao 

it goes alng the lines of:
‘I raise this sword to the sky
I swear I will be tough as rock against fire and bitter cold
Alone on the top,
I will wait for the marauders
They will come as many and will sail the sea
Over these ramparts,
I will find the joy, or maybe my end
Anyway, it will be the glory
And I will never fight for a reward
I fight for love, will fight for this

I am a warrior
I watch over when it’s night
I’m gonna defend you against nightmares and sorrows
I’m gonna protect you against deceits and slanders
And I’m gonna hug you to always give you strenght

I will give you certainties against fears
To see the world over those high grounds
Don’t be afraid of anything, I will be by your side
With my cloak, I will wipe your tears

And my love, my great love who believes in me
We will defeat everybody and stand upright
And I will be by your side as long as you want
I will defend you from anything, never fear

Don’t fear the dragon,
I will stop its fire
Nothing can hit you behind this shield
I will fight with strenght against all fears
And when I’m gonna fall, don’t grieve
For you I will
rise up again’

this is the first part of the song until the end of the refrain. i really love it, so if you’d like to give it a try i swear it’s very good!