#*throws birdseed at the birds*

[011sfootstool]

g - GALE MENTIONED

This is honestly the coolest thing that has ever happened to me. Thank you all for liking my humanformer designs ^ ^

Thanks to my friend @deadlight-holiday for the owls!

And thank you @jennyink for the exoskeleton :D

And thank you @sentinelprimeslowerhalf for all the Gales

[goldenchocobo]

I guess this is a trend with me now. Flowers are out, pigeons are IN.

Meanwhile...

[sprout-senior]

ok so

im planning on befriending my campus birds as soon as i start college and obviously the thing to do is feed them

but do you really think i would go out and buy any old birdseed?

fuck no.

i am to be the almond dad of birds. i would NEVER give them any shitty cheap store bought crap filled with disgusting additives(said with a thick midwestern accent)

i am going to meticulously craft the BEST birdseed with only the BEST ingredients from the BEST sources, backed by the BEST research.

PUMPKIN SEEDS from homegrown pumpkins, for the bigger birds.

everything else shall be from my local co op, safe haven to the crunchy community.

im talking BLACK OIL SUNFLOWER SEEDS, im talking QUINOA in true almond parent fashion, im talking CHIA SEEDS, im talking EGGSHELLS FOR CALCIUM.

any suggestions and warnings for good and bad things to add are more than welcome.

i am to be the Best Bird Benefactor.

i am to obtain the Best Bird Battalion.

i am to RULE the community college campus with a SEED COVERED FIST, MOTHERFUCKERS

and hey, maybe while i’m at it i’ll do some guerrilla gardening and make seed bombs with native wildflowers.

BIODIVERSITY! SUPPORTING THE POLLINATORS! ESTABLISHING DOMINANCE THROUGH ECOLOGY BASED COMMUNITY INVOLVEMENT!!!

FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!!!!

[elliottnotyet]

Marchirp day 20: birds from your region.

My grandma doesn't have a bird feeder, she just throws birdseed on the concrete patio. The birds especially seem love it after it rains. Robins and cardinals and mockingbirds come and go all day.

[Image ID: a drawing of a robin, a bird with dark grey head, wings, and tail and a burnt orange chest, standing on a piece of wood. End ID]

[becquerel]

the best part of winter is my cat is deathly terrified of snow and rain and my mom LOVES to throw birdseed out during winter so like the entire bush outside the porch will be covered in birds and i get to take caesar outside to walk in circles because hes so terrified of snow he will never ever go attack those fucking birds. sorry am i running a torture experiment on my cat

[squ45h]

when i post i imagine i am throwing out birdseed to birds like a little old lady

art dump time !!!!

ive probably posted some of these before if i have uhhhhhhhhhhhh idk

[what-if-nct]

Renjun: Why can't I babysit them? they want me to babysit them.

Jaemin: You put them in a playpen and throw bird seed at them.

Jisung: We like our cage.

Chenle: And our birdseed, it's crunchy.

Renjun: See, look, the weirdos like it. I give them real food too.

Jisung: But we like the birdseed.

Chenle: It crunchy.

Jaemin: Fine just put it in a bowl instead of scattered on the floor.

Renjun: They're just gonna pour it out.

Chenle & Jisung: Floor food!!

Jaemin: What did you do to them?

Renjun: Let them be themselves.

[lifesteal-headcanons]

thinking about 🪐 anons tnt minecart thing and id like to expand on that idea bc thats so??? cool????

mapicc just has straight up dynamite, I agree wholeheartedly, but seeing as there's not many different like, casually throwable explosives out there (that im aware of), I think it'd be funny to just get more and more obscure with other lifestealers throwables.

for example, you know how people sit on benches at the park and throw birdseed at people the birds?

Parrot does that. But then the birdseed explodes. :3

First time he used his explosive seed (i am not calling it that actually) people were so confused and a little offended. like what does he think we are? pigeons? KABLOW now they're dead.

(is "-🗿" taken? if not this is the new identity im assuming)

-🗿

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[c0zmo-writes]

Notes for chapter 10 of Birds of a Feather.

Warning!! This chapter is a bit rough! Includes intrusive thoughts, one mention of throwing up, and disordered eating.

Chapter 10- Mindless Misery

@possum-quesadilla @crawlingcarcass @raineisinkless @katslitterbox

“An’ I’m an impulsive guy, ya know that, but don’tcha think maybe we should just sleep it off?”

You know it’s bad when Beetlejuice is the voice of reason.

“She didn’t stop sprinting until a tree root sent her (and her knife) flying a few feet forwards.”

Just like the beginning scene in chapter 1. Shilo and tree roots do not go together.

“Beetlejuice?” Shilo called out to the air with the little strength she had left. She got no answer but the quiet sway of trees. He was gone.”

Haha she is… not seeing him for a while!

“After a few hours, Shilo picked herself off the ground with great difficulty.”

She laid on the ground for about 2 hours. Her poor back.

“Two weeks passed. Shilo drove for hours. Flipped off more than a few leaf peepers.”

When you’re trying to find your boyfriend but you live in a Vermont forest and it’s peak foliage 😔

“Her house became surrounded by mourning doves and corvids.”

How fitting.

“That night, that cold Halloween night, Shilo considered driving back home to Connecticut. Seeing her parents again. She hadn’t thought about going home since she left all those years ago, but now, she craved company more than anything.”

Shilo does not visit her parents in this one. I’m thinking of writing a part three to this series that’s centered on her going back to Connecticut.

“She couldn’t do it. As lonely as she was, the thought of Beetlejuice coming back to an empty home saddened her more than anything.”

Imagine you fight you fight your way through hell trying to get back home and your girlfriend just. isn’t there.

“The next day, Shilo put on her old ratty lab coat, the same one she used to wear when she was first searching for Beetlejuice.”

Full circle babyyyyy

“She whistled little tunes to the birds and tossed them birdseed.”

She whistles the same tune every time she feeds them. She’s training them to flock to her when she calls.

“Tuscan bean soup”

I had this soup in December of last year when I caught a horrible cold. I had it almost every day for a week. It was so good that I had to pay tribute to it.

“She had a specific whistle that she made every time she went out with food, in hopes they would recognize it and follow her around like some kind of morbid Disney princess.”

It’s a dream I share with her.

“It placed a single packet of Skittles at Shilo’s feet before morphing back into the harpy she knew and loved. He stumbled and winced as he tried taking a step forward. “Howdy, babes. Miss me?”

He’s back!

Sorry that this chapter was more depressing than usual. I wrote this in February when I was incredibly depressed and also getting over a breakup. Gave me great writing inspo though!

[pagan-stitches]

STORKS – SLAVIC SYMBOL OF SPRING AND MORE

Many Slavic countries treasure the stork. For Czechs the stork is a symbol of spring. Czechs expect them to arrive by March 17th, which is still the feast day of St. Gregory the Orthodox Church.

For Czechs many Slavic pagan beliefs have existed through all the years, due mainly to the Czechs’ strong adherence to family life. The beliefs get handed down from generation to generation.

Some Slavic beliefs have also passed on around the world. For example the belief that storks bring babies is actually Slavic in origin. Storks were thought to bring unborn souls to Earth (mainly because they arrived in springtime, resembling new birth). Storks are migratory birds.

It was also believed that in winter months when the days got darker, the storks brought the souls of the departed to paradise (called vyraj).

Because the storks arrive in spring they are thought to be symbols of good luck, and especially if they were to nest on your property.

The Poles also have a special love for the stork. They call it Bociek. It is a pet name of endearment.

The stork is considered the national bird of Ukraine, and it is seen as a symbol of family, loyalty and patriotism. Here as in other Slavic countries it is believed that If a stork nests on the roof of your house it is said to bring good luck.

There is another Slavic legend regarding storks that changes somewhat over cultures and time. The Slavs believed that the soul outlived the body on earth for another 40 days, where it continued to dwell on earth, so souls took the shape of birds in order to remain visible.

Storks and other birds were and still are seen by Slavs as messengers from the afterlife. A Ukrainian acquaintance of mine told me that she throws birdseed out the door at night. Then in the morning when she sees the bird tracks, it was proof some of her ancestors paid a visit.

—Text from Nebraska Bohemians Facebook page, pictured folk art stork from my own collection.

[togglesbloggle]

Things I Wish I Could Tell My Grandmother

I often wish I could tell her about my partner.  My coming out as such would have been hard for her- I don’t think the declaration of my sexual identity would really do her much good.  Different generations and all that, she wouldn’t have understood.  But she’d really have liked my partner, as a person.  They’re both so polite, you know?  Exacting without being neurotic, proper.  She was raised in frankly astonishing privilege, trained from childhood to meet with senators and other such powerful men.  As a consequence she always knew how to do things just so, invariably careful to keep to whatever Byzantine rules governed a picnic differently from a formal dinner, or to recall the proper ways to appreciate the visual arts versus the performing.  There was a little mantra she had about the meaning of courtesy- “to do the nicest thing in the nicest way.”  She would have seen that in him too, I think, the same kindness.

I wish I could tell her about my career- NASA and Mars exploration and all that.  She’d have been delighted, I expect.  She never did tell us why she was willing to give up her old social caste, to marry down into a family that had to work for its supper.  But I can’t imagine it was an accident that she picked an engineer from a long line of engineers and science types.  The space program today still carries a lot of that specific flavor of optimism that was so common in the first part of the 20th century when she made her choice, the hope for the future that was all tangled up with bigger rockets and taller cities and lasers and the power of the atom.  So I wish I could show that off for her, talk about my own adventures and trials trying to carry that torch forward just a little bit more.

I wish I could tell her about the damn chocolate milk.  She’s always eating too much or too little- there’s just no real way for her to know whether she’s eaten on any given day, so her food intake is really all over the map.  Sneaking off for snacks at one moment, turning down dinner at the next.  And at a certain point, the brain just stops coordinating the limbic system properly; I don’t think her hunger signals are particularly trustworthy any more, though it’s hard to tell for sure.  Throw in the diabetes, and it’s probably the single biggest challenge for her health, if you don’t count falls and the usual perils for a woman that old.

I wish I could tell her that her husband is dead.  That her father is dead, that her brothers are dead.  That these men that she waits for aren’t coming, and will never come again.  I wish she could grieve their absence, and not just wait, and wait, and never heal from the pain of parting.  I wish I could tell her that her kids have long since gone on to build families and kids of their own, and that she’s already a part of so many new lives that are only just beginning.

Most of all, I wish I could tell her that love lasts longer than the memory of love.  That her love for others has long since escaped the narrow confines of her mind and made it out to the world, and remade the form of things around her.  That it’s disguised as children, as grandchildren, as a home.  That it multiplies out there endlessly until now, at the end of her life, almost everything that touches her is some secret face of her love, coming back to meet her.  Slippers that appear by her bed in the winter, and bags of birdseed hidden in the bushes outside her window, bringing clouds of birds to watch every day.  The hands that help her from her bed to the table every morning- a woman trembling with weakness and a fear of falling but always, always too polite to miss breakfast.

[abysswalkersknight]

Thanks to a prompt I reblogged, I wrote this quick thing with Silver overblotting. Honestly this helped me a lot more planning for future fics than I thought. As usual hope you enjoy.

P.S if anyone wants to send a prompt via messages or ask, feel free. I found out that writing can be a lot easier with motivation from others and prompts. Plus I love the practise and showing you the results.

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He was going mad. No he wasn’t. Yes, he was. 

Ever since Malleus got his claws on him, he’s left Silver alone in his room for who knows how long. Silver tried to keep track of time but he gave up after losing at seven minutes, now it felt like its been weeks since he’s been thrown in here, though that wouldn’t have mattered since he found out that Malleus had somehow stopped time in Sage Island, well I doubt anyone will be coming for me anytime soon, so there’s one thing left to do. He stood up from his position on the ground and looked about the room, the key to his door should be in his desk drawer but as expected Malleus must have taken it as well as locking his door with magic. That left the window, Silver pulled his desk away and inspected the window, once again. Locked, and no amount of fiddling or lockpicking would flip it, this may be a bit drastic, sending a silent apology to the school staff, Silver hefted up the heavy desk chair and threw it with all his might at the window. The chair shattered to pieces but the window remained unscathed ‘well that was of no use’ he says to himself, scratching his head ‘perhaps I should use something heavier’ so for what felt like a day or two Silver threw whatever he could find at the window, books, alarm clocks, candle holders, another chair. Hell he even threw one of his two bags of bird seed at it though obviously all that did was scatter seeds all over the room and add to the destruction, partially Silver did all that in hopes that Malleus would hear the ruckus and come to check on him. But he never showed, so Silver was still stuck here. 

Alone.

He’s been in complete isolation for weeks now, it had to be weeks. There was nothing for him to do, somehow all his books were blank, his phone was completely crushed, he couldn’t sleep, he didn’t need to eat (he chomped down the other bag of birdseed just for something to do) 

‘Where are you Malleus?’ he moaned ‘why am I here? I’m of little use now, I’m afraid’ is that why the prince won’t come? Was Silver here because he’s used up all his worth? Just a tool thrown into the back of a shed, cast aside to be left forgotten.

He didn’t want to be forgotten.

He was alone in this unbearable silence, at some point he began banging on his door, kicking it, throwing his whole body at it ‘please Malleus, let me out! I swear I’m still useful, just please! Anybody, please help! Father! Sebek!’ he wailed, something heavy leaked from his eyes and merged with his tears but he took no notice of it. He cried and begged for hours until his voice had grown so hoarse that it hurt to breathe ‘please, anybody…’ he whined, utterly exhausted now he sat on his bed, ignoring how it felt weird, as if something had been spilt on it. He wondered about his friends, were they alright? The last he saw them they were making their way towards black scale castle where the princess and her egg dwelt, even though he knew that his necklace could help them, he knew that he still needed to protect them. Do you think so? A voice whispered in his head, he couldn’t tell whether it was his or Malleus, don’t you think this is where you're meant to be? 

He had wondered that a couple of times, it wasn’t like he was needed by anyone, so why bother rescuing him. After all he caused Malleus’s anguish, possibly long before Silver could understand anything, and it was clear his father never wanted him in the first place, what with his dream world being one where he still had his loved ones, where Silver was non existent, and Sebek, he had his family to support him and he had his friends. Really no one needed him, so why did he still feel the need to protect.

Because you still love them. 

Yes, of course he did. He loved them so much that it hurt, even with the agonising reality he still loved them, and he will protect them with every shred of his being, no matter what happens to him. He could turn into a creature more terrifying than these phantoms and still he will protect his family. 

For what value does he have otherwise?

There is now black staining the walls, though Silver couldn’t tell if it was really there. Where was everybody? He had to get out of here, he had to rescue them! He had to save them from the vile darkness plaguing the land… Why did he need to save them? He couldn’t remember. Something about nightmares? That couldn’t be right, this was a nightmare. Being stuck in this cruel isolation, what did he do to warrant this? 

His bed was now torn to shreds from short violent outbursts he began to have, he was far too exhausted to move a limb now, yet he could not sleep, he ignored all the blot pooling in his mouth and eyes, oblivious of what was happening. It was so quiet one could almost hear a pin drop, instead all Silver heard was the click of the door opening. His head shot up and he gave a blot soaked smile at Malleus whose pale features blinked in surprise as he coughed out more blot ‘oh, Silver. Has it really been that long?’ Malleus coos taking a seat on the cleanest end of the bed, clawed hands stroke through his hair, matting it with inky blot, Silver would have leaned into it had his throat not clogged up. Those hands quickly moved to his back, patting it firmly to help Silver cough it all up ‘oh dear, never had I thought your overblot would be like this’ Malleus murmured solemnly. Silver glanced at him with bleary eyes ‘did you want me to overblot my lord? Would I be more useful that way?’ Malleus smiles then puts a finger to his chin as if in thought ‘hmm, yes It would be nice to have some company though why would it make you more useful?’

‘So I can save you my lord’

‘Oh?’ Malleus raises an eyebrow ‘and why would I need saving my dear Silver?’ suddenly he rises to his feet, in the distance there was the shrill scream of a wild horse ‘because my lord’ Silver whispers, ignorant to the helmet forming around his head. Malleus shoots back as a phantom twice the size of a normal horse rears up at him, it screams again and the overblotting Silver vaults into its saddle, now brandishing a sword at the prince. 

‘I will purge all darkness within the dream!’ 

‘Wait, Silver!-’ Before Malleus could do anything the horse rears again and bolts toward the magically locked window, shattering it and falling into the abyss. Malleus ran to the window in a sorry attempt to save Silver but in his head heard a cry.

‘Meet in a dream.’

[down-with-the-mafia]

hmmm some random ahit holiday headcanons

- The mafia celebrate a holiday called Fishmas. It's basically Christmas except everything is fish themed. Their holiday lights are shaped like fish. It never snows in mafia town and I'm pretty sure the only trees there are palm trees, so they decorate the palm trees with lights and garlands and stuff. It's chillier than usual in winter even if there's no snow so they might dress a bit warmer than usual but probably not heavy coats or anything

- the people originally from the island don't celebrate that, though, it's just the mafia. Mu used to celebrate a holiday called Star Day with her family. It was celebrated winter solstice (the longest night of the year) and is usually spent stargazing with friends and family. Stories would be shared about constellations, like legends and mythology and stuff. Mu doesn't really celebrate anymore because she doesn't have a way of getting decorations and if she tried to throw a party of any kind the mafia would ruin it, but she might still try to give little gifts to the coffee clerks and stuff.

- idk what they'd call it but I think the owls would like. get a week off of work and school and all that to spend at home with family. Probably a lot of bird food, like idk birdseed pie or something. Conductor spends the holiday with his whole family, they all get together (his brothers, kids, grandkids, etc.) and eat a big meal. They don't really give gifts other than the food, but Cond usually tries to release a holiday movie before then and he'd watch that with his family. It's cold so they hang out around the fire place. Cond probably drinks too much =/

- Penguins just celebrate the new year. Celebrations are pretty much the same as normal (as in our world I mean), but again I think Grooves releases a holiday movie. He gets very dressed up and throws a big party. He would absolutely have those sunglasses that say the year on them. He gets gifts for like, all the penguins, and they all get gifts for him too. How do they determine the time (for midnight) if they're on the moon you ask? Um lol idk I don't care don't talk to me

- Subcon has a very old holiday called Day of the Frost that is based on an old legend that was probably true about a being with ice powers that covered the world in ice and snow. (Very old legend, started long before Vanessa was born, I say it's probably true because someone before her probably had ice powers, maybe even her ancestor or something.) Because of the legend's nature being kinda creepy, the holiday generally has a campfire story kinda tradition (except it's more often around a fireplace instead of a campfire). Snatcher owns a lot of old books that were common day of the frost stories, and he still reads them sometimes around the holidays.

- it does snow in Subcon in winter, but it's usually a pretty light snow (what with the constantly burning forests and shit lol) unless it's near Vanessa's manner, where it gets pecking blizzards. The fire spirits have trouble burning bright enough to die in the cold, but they try to burn as bright as they can, so they might stay indoors or huddle up close to each-other by a fire.

- Alpine celebrates Twilight Fest, which is about celebrating their history and the Twilight Goat through spending time with their community with games and treats. At home, they'd probably eat a lot of soups and pastries, and common festival food would include a lot of sweets and maybe some kind of nut coated in cinnamon or caramel or something. Like Star Day, it can include star gazing and discussion of constellations, but it's usually a bit more focused on ringing bells and playing songs.

- The ocean would be frozen over in winter, so boats would have a hard time going anywhere lol. The Walrus Captain and the seals wouldn't have work because of that. Not sure if they'd have a specific holiday, but they'd get a break from work. I could picture the seals making snowmen or something tbh.

- I think the metro also just celebrates New Year? A lot of the stores probably go on sale for people to buy gifts. A lot of winter-specific foods and drinks at the restaurants, like hot chocolate with peppermint or something. Timmy just goes to McDonyald's to eat chicken nuggets because he doesn't care but Bow would probably love the holiday drinks. A lot of holiday decorations all over the place, lots of pretty lights and stuff.

- Hat and Bow din't really celebrate any winter holidays back home, but they're happy to join their friends to celebrate whatever on this planet. Some of these take place over multiple days, so they have the time to celebrate a buncha stuff. I imagine they'd both prioritize spending time with Mu, just so that she has someone to talk about the island's old holidays with and have a little mini celebration or party. Maybe they'd also get cooking cat, and they'd bake holiday treats together. Hat and Bow could maybe try to get some decorations together for Mu's cave.

- Not sure about badge seller and tourist. Idk if badge is even from that world?? They feel like they might be from another dimension so idk if there are holidays there lol. I can't really picture them celebrating much. Tourist might celebrate something but idk what, he'd probably enjoy travelling around and seeing the winter holidays all over though.

- Hat and Bow like the holiday lights, they put those around the ship. Maybe they give Rumbi a silly little Santa hat or something.

[coffeeisfortheresponsible]

What’s your favorite bird and why. With as much detail as possible

ii am so glad you asked. my favorite animal, not just favorite bird is a mourning dove. they are the best animals and are so pretty. they are so polite and i used to throw birdseed in my backyard and feed them. i would die for them. no one likes them or appreciates them but they are such perfect bird design.

just look at the colors. greys and browns and blues and purples and green and pinks. stunning. perfect color palette.

here are more photos i took. i think they encompass every emotion possible.

i made a ceramic mourning dove one time i love them so much.

this is the best ask i have ever received

[truearchangel]

@diistortion It's Bingo Time!

   There was commentary on it. 

   He shouldn’t be surprised considering who filled it out, but he was. Both because Alastor apparently was bored enough to do it, but also that he did it enough he made notes. Michael blinked down at the paper that was delicately and politely handed to him and then snapped his gaze up to the Radio Demon. Baffled and very much asking why he bothered to do it with just his gaze alone. There are a few squares that are questionable on why they weren’t filled out, but honestly–he also blames himself for what happened with Lucifer so that was a lose lose square anyway. 

   He didn’t expect anyone to actually fill it out. 

   “I suppose I left myself open to the moral thing, everyone believes in their own path in life.” He’ll give the Radio Demon that, and he won’t take the mark away. That was his own fault for not thinking that through. Honestly, he hadn’t filled this out with the mindset of actually doing it seriously anyway. “You might be stuck on the religious part though, I can’t exactly turn off the Angel of Faith thing.” He does try his best to not blindly preach the word of God though, and he thinks he’s done rather well. 

   The next thing has him pausing but more out of confusion than anything else. “Are there even birds in Hell? And–this will sound weird, I don’t mean Paimon and his sons. I don’t intend on taking birdseed and throwing it at Stolas’ face to feed him.” That, right there, makes him wish that he had swallowed the words back in. Sighing slightly he shook his head. “No, we cannot go feed Paimon’s children that way it’s rude to throw birdseed at Owl Demons.” 

   Shoving that thought away to research later, because he really hasn’t seen any birds but he hasn’t explored the Pride Ring either, he turns his gaze to the next note Alastor made. “Just because someone likes music, doesn’t mean they don’t want to sit in the quiet either. It’s a balance, depending on the mood, sometimes people don’t want to talk.” 

   Which brought him to his last point. Picking the silly bingo sheet up he folded it in his hands and tucked it inside one of the books beside him. “You can blame me for what happened with Lucifer, but understand he also carries some of that blame. I don’t like talking about it, so if you ever press I will pull my sword on you.” A small shrug. “You scored three bingos, I’m impressed. Though I think I’m more so that you actually bothered to fill it out. And with such determination too.” 

[textingtroublesanswers]

The bird throwing anon has returned, skulking outside the infirmary doors and looking deeply ashamed. Oh look, he's even got an apology letter. It's addressed to the birds. The envelope bulges with something besides paper.

I didn't know that you were so delicate and easy to hurt. I am deeply sorry for any harm I may have caused. I have donated my last 5 dollars to the Audubon society. I don't expect forgiveness, as throwing you was quite disruptive and rude, and overall dangerous to your health, and I accept this. Enclosed is the finest birdseed I could find on short notice. I do hope you enjoy it.

-(reformed) bird throwing anon

"What's an Audubon?" Ludwig looks up at Mikhail with a tilt to his head.

Mikhail shrugs, "Don't ask me. Doktor knows English better."

"Well, I never claimed to be perfect at the language."

"Hmm... We ask Spy?"

"We can ask Spy."