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AVICULTURAL.

     Well, he can’t fault that logic. His smile sticks but it’s shrinking a little, not because he’s not happy any more. He touches Al’s cheek with the backs of his fingers like he’s trying to feel the red warmth, presses his lips together and leans close, real close. It’s not a kiss, it’s really just the preamble to one. “I guess I really have no right to be a smart ass.”

   it’s a real wonder al can still be forced back onto shaky footing after so many years of promising to live with a strict mindset of absolute confidence. he blinks a few times fast, looking like he’s on the verge of fainting, but the payoff is a real kiss. soft, and right smack on birdy’s lips.

              ‘ no you don’t. that’s my job. ’  

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AVICULTURAL.

     “Al, you talk so much bullshit.” He’s laughing and he can’t help himself. He stretches out his leg and jabs Al in the side with his foot. “It only works ’cause you believe it so bad.”

         ‘ who cares why it works, it works ! that’s all that matters. ’  his cheeks are blisteringly red. it’d give al good reason to be embarrassed if he was sat next to anyone else.  ‘ bullshit is my speciality. you fell for it, so don’t be such a smart ass.  ’

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nature aesthetics.

bold the natural aesthetics that appeal to / apply to your muse.  repost, do not reblog. feel free to add any natural features you see fit !

fluffy white nimbus clouds. dark grey cumulonimbus clouds. rainclouds. a hurricane. light spring breeze. a sherbet-colored sky at sunrise. hazy yellow skies. deep blue ponds of fresh water. blankets of sparkling snow. tornado winds. monsoon flooding. rich orange sunsets. the mossy, slimy air wafting off a lake. soft, purple clouds at dusk. heavy hail. the rumbling of thunder. icy sleet. gentle snowfall. moss-dusted tree bark. pink sunset clouds.grey winter skies. navy blue skies in the daytime. cool mist in the morning. leaf-bare trees. giant ocean wave. the full moon. a cracked, dry desert. rolling hills of prairie grass. sweeping waves of briny seawater. rocky, steep ravines. rippling canyon walls. spindly, cave stalactites.creeping green ivy. lush canopies of leafy trees. dense, white fog.  a peaceful creek of clear water. flowering cacti dusted with dew, catching light in the morning sun. a bubbling, hot pool of volcanic sulfur. sharp, grey mountainsides. fossils nestled in chunks of rock. a white sand beach. dark water. deep imprints of animal tracks in the dirt. soft, squishy moss. uniform rows of birch trees in winter. delicate mushrooms popping up in spring from beneath the decay on the forest floor. tumbleweeds jerking in the faintest wind across the desert landscape. light rain. white feathers fluttering down from flocks of doves in the sky. summer wildfires. a mixing of hot and cool air before a storm. silent lightning in the static of summer heat. a windy blizzard. thick flakes of snow tumbling down from the sky. a tree standing alone in a barren field. a desert of loose sand and tall, orange dunes. a pure blue sky. a river of molten rock. a grove of flowering trees. twisting, mangled roots sticking up from the muddy ground. bitter, cold winds. tumultuous skies of stormy clouds. branches of lightning ripping across the sky. a foggy swamp. the tree-bare foothills of a mountain range.  sandy brown cliffsides. rocky coastlines. the violent shaking of an earthquake. the mysterious sound of ethereal trumpets in the sky. the lights of the auroras borealis and australis. a black sand beach. a lone tropical island in the reef of shallow. underwater volcanic vents. a herd of migrating mammals. tree branches growing heavy with ripe fruit. light streaming down through the clouds. a field of lush grain wading peacefully in the summer breeze. the sound of insects and frogs teeming in the night. natural diamonds nestled in coarse desert sands. a frozen lake. the sea salt scent of the air right above the ocean. the rippling of water as fish dive down under the surface to hide. the warmth of the seaside sand in the tropics. the quaint of a spider’s web balancing dew on its threads at dawn. cold humidity in the depths of a cave.

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@screensold, meme.

‘ somehow we need to persuade him to part with a million dollars. ’

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“You never need to doubt it

I’ll make you so sure about it.”

-1966

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AVICULTURAL.

     Al saying date out loud keeps the smile on his face where it had been about to fade, comfortably. He doesn’t mind that the apples of his cheeks are aching a little. “Alright, fine. I’ll share. Only ’cause you’re getting so upset about it.”

it’s a win. he’ll take it even if he’d argue that he’s entirely the opposite of upset right now. al’s enjoying himself perfectly, sitting back with a mouthful of fries, transfixed-ly watching the shifts in birdy’s expressions until all his features begin to feel dreamlike.   ‘ you won’t regret it, buddy. sometimes y’gotta do stupid shit for the fun of it. ’

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AVICULTURAL.

     “Iunno. I was just thinking about it.” It doesn’t strike him that often, but it struck him right now. He doesn’t have a filter with Al. He doesn’t have a filter with most people, but with Al it doesn’t worry him, what he’ll say in response. “How are we possibly gonna die at the same time? You’re not gonna kill me, are you?”

         ‘ wasn’t planning on it. not unless you give me good reason to. ’  a joke, of course. he’s still a little hard on birdy out of habit, but he doesn’t know what would happen if he kicked it. ‘ -- figured you’d fall off a roof that’s just a bit too high one day, and i’d jump off after you in a daring attempt to save your bacon. ’

‘ we also could also grow old together and permanently pass out on the porch, i guess. ’

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AVERYGAYE.

He really really really loves that Al just called him Ave, let the jury know, it is firmly on the record that that was an ecstatic experience for his eardrums and he’s goosebumps all over. The dumbstruck smile across his face doesn’t go away until he has to break it with something stupid like talking, and the car jolts forward pedal to the metal. “I’ll break an old habit just for today and, listen to what you’re saying. Just for you! And,” his fingers drum on the wheel, “in the interest of that oath I’ll share that I can’t drive: I can’t drive. Maybe physically, but legally, morally even? MHHH.”

it’s a strange relief to hear avery come clean, even if it doesn’t change the fact that he could still be steamrolling them to their death. maybe it’s the smile ? the little things always manage to do al in. whatever it was, he’s won over enough to shake free his white knuckled grip on the inside door handle. he’s been ready to break free in case of emergency since take off.   ‘ just keep me alive long enough for the mint chocolate chip cone, willya ? ’ 

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AVICULTURAL.

     “Hey, you’re not much better yourself.” For the record, that wasn’t flirting. He was just saying Al’s hair looked nice.

he throws his head back with a rousing scoff. it’s a gaudy display of exasperation and feigned hurt.

 ‘ are you kiddin’ me ? you’re sitting next to the next don juan, --i can charm any living thing off its feet without so much as breaking a sweat. ’  ( when he’s not trying, al’s also a decent person. that generally helps his case when it comes to woo-ing. ) 

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TRASHPAUPER.

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‘Cousin. You’re a cousin, right? You look like a cousin. You gotta be family.’ Nath claps his arm around Al’s shoulders, near enough. Al has more than a few inches of height on him. ‘If you ain’t, you are now, ah?’

       he’s a little stunned, nath’s considerably warmer within a minute of knowing al than his blood family has ever bothered to be. he can’t help a smile, a little dazed. ‘ it’s all in the dark hair and the charm, right ? m’sure we could fool the neighbors. ’ 

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I’m caught again in the mystery You’re by my side, but are you still with me?

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@memoryserved​ , meme.

‘ if we both stick to the story, they can't prove anything. ’

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@circuitboarded , meme.

‘ i'm telling you - the guy was a complete stranger, just walked up and gave me the bag. ’

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@holloe ,   meme.

‘ i don't think I could live alone again. ’  this is on the same principle of a house is not home. 

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And unlike some other people I know, I’m not gonna sit around hoping that they change their minds and suddenly notice me.

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AVICULTURAL.

@hgwellsish / meme.

     “Would you come to my funeral?”

‘ - what, what ? why’d you ask me a thing like that for. ’  it’s a knee-jerk exasperation, this is the kind of nerve that’d earn you a slap upside the head in the columbato household. mortality isn’t to be discussed so offhandedly.  ‘ don’t say shit like that, birdy. we’re gonna die at the same time, if anything. ’

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AVERYGAYE.

Avery, Al and the moving vehicle are slowly gliding off-road towards a dense hydrangea bush, and Avery is taking the rolling opportunity to lean back in his seat and fold both arms to his chest. “I come to Al and I say oh Al I’m having a bad day and Al says to me let’s drive down to the shops get some uhhh ice creams to beat the heat and I say oh Al that’s a wonderful plan you always pull through and then he crushes me. Right there in the car. And I have to say, it hurts.”

al is cartoonishly pressed back against his seat, prepared to brace for impact the entire duration of the ride. it’s not to say he doesn’t have faith in avery’s ability to get them from point a to point b, but he doesn’t have faith they’ll arrive at point b unscathed.  ‘ i’m not tryin’ to hurt your feelings, ave. i just want to be able to enjoy this ice cream outside of a hospital bed, okay ? i’m not in the mood to test my durability. ’