#budger

[laz-kay]

Brb. Just thinking about “Manic Pixie Crap Show” where Tina spends the entire episode worried about whether she’s pretty or not😢

[1eos]

chile let me book a test drive so my family can shut the fuck up abt the car i want

[sadcutfreak11]

job interview tomorrow. at burger king. really funny if you ask me

[f1family]

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[ferretrade]

it has 20 minutes to implode, but christmas with you might be the best quality cheesy christmas romcom out there?? not only does the script make sense but the ACTING QUALITY! you never see quality acting in these!!!

[novemberhope]

8: DISLIKES

what don't they like (and why?)

Again I'll do one for each OC.

Neri dislikes crowded places and/or loud places. She grew up with her family of merfolk pretty much isolated from the world above. She doesn't mind a large group of people she knows and trusts, but being crammed in with a huge group of loud strangers, with loud music blasting as well? No thank you. She also doesn't like people she doesn't know and who might look somehow threatening coming too close.

Niara dislikes being alone for longer periods of time. She usually seeks out the other crewmembers and rarely ever goes somewhere on her own. She likes to have people, noise, constant chatter around her. Niara left her old life behind when she joined Ace and the Spade Pirates, meaning she is not on speaking terms with her family anymore (who are all Marines) and her mother is dead. Then she lost her former crew and, well, Spoiler alert, Marineford happened. Sure, she's got a crew (and therefore a family) again now but she really likes being around them a lot. She enjoys it when they're all together and actually hates it when the crew has to split up.

Azura hates chaos and messes and not being organized properly. She's the kind of person who has to have everything under control all the time. Everything has to be planned and she wants to stay on top of things. She also dislikes any sort of dirt, dust and cluttered spaces. She likes things to be clean and organized and to have at hand what she needs and nothing else taking up space. In her past, a lot of things happened that were out of her control, so now she's kind of a control freak and has a hard time letting go.

Cordelia grew up constantly hungry. So she still does not like knowing where her next bit of food comes from. Even now she always keeps some food in her room or in her bag when she goes out. She usually eats all the food on her plate and definitely has a problem with people wasting food / throwing food away.

Ellaria dislikes pushy people that keep budgering her about things, not leaving her alone. Especially she dislikes it when someone tries to get a vision out of her which is not something she can force. Usually she is very patient but if someone keeps pestering her, she will snap at them at some point. She's a bit touchy when it comes to her visions and people's expectations around them.

Ginny in her early days greatly dislikes being told what to do. It's better later in the story but at the beginning, she really resents following orders. In the past, following orders didn't always go so well for her, so perhaps on some level it's understandable. She had to learn that people actually mean well in telling her what not to do or that certain rules will always have to be followed. She's still not good with authority figures and following orders, but by now, she always has come to respect certain members of the RA, so she does what she's told most of the time (sometimes she argues, but overall, they can send her on missions now without having to worry she'll do something completely unhinged).

Star, having grown up in the wide prairies of her home island, dislikes big cities and anything that is too modern. I don't think Egghead would have been her favorite place. She likes island with a lot of nature and wide open spaces on them. And technology that is too 'out there' is not really her thing either. (But it also depends what it does)

Kat likes to be free and live life on her own terms, without shouldering responsibilities. So if people, mainly her sister, put pressure on her, she easily gets stressed out. She has the tendency to run rather than face her problems. She greatly dislikes people trying to put restrains on her life.

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[suratanontherun]

Apulia Mendoza round, part two.

If your party looks like this, please don't invite me.

At this point I started having serious pink soup and crashing problems with some Strangetown lots. This wasn't after hours of playing. No, I would launch the game, go to the lot and it would pink flash and crush immeditely. It was only on a couple of cc-free lots, I believe made by Frottana. And they worked perfectly before, nothing wrong with them. What's interesting is that if I told my sims to leave the "pink" lot immediately, before the crash, their home lots would be fine and pink soup free, and I could play normally, which never happened to me before when it comes to the pink flashing. Usually if it starts on one lot it's the end, it devours every lot untill you restart, but not this time. Oh ts2, what a game, what a mistery.

Viola gave birth to four of her clones puppies, they were named Beaver, Budger, Bear and Bobcat. Apulia kept Bear for herself, but rest of the puppies will be eventually adopted into other families.

Eww, don't drink this

The end. Thanks for being here.

[mizz-sea-nymph]

Sorry guys I ship Buddha x burger, Budger my OTP now 🦈

[termagax]

been compiling a list in my head of foods that make me think about boyfriend but i havent written it down anywhere (mistake) so every time i try to start wriying it down im just like uhrrrhhhm. budger ? 🤤 i feel like a caricature of an american

[chr0medome-113]

A sneak peek into the future of the next moderately budger Sony movie that will make a grand total of 200 dollars domestic and 14 worldwide! The Live action Gravity Rush Movie, It's Kats act 3 suit! It's exactlu like the games! But real!

[iforgetcanon]

A Night in the Hospital Wing

It had been several hours before the hospital was finally quiet again. Gryffindors had been rushing in and out of the wing all day since the accident out on the quidditch pitch, trying to catch a glimpse of Sirius themselves.

The rumor that had spread, no doubt by James for a laugh, had been that Sirius had landed face down on the pitch, permanently disfiguring his face. The morbid curiously which had plagued their housemates had Madame Pomfrey shooing students out of her way for the better part of seven hours.

Hermione had spent those seven hours on her own hospital cot, several cots away from Sirius.

She heard about the accident as soon as she woke up that afternoon. Remus had been sitting on the chair near her cot, reading a book on mermaids. As soon as she cracked an eye open, Remus spoke.

"Don't worry," he said, never looking up from his book.

"About what," she asked, closing her eye and pretending to still be asleep; it was a game they had played for the last two years.

"Sirius fell off his broom at the game this morning. Took a budger to his ribs," Remus explained, turning a page. "He's alive. There's a pesky rumor regarding his handsome face."

Swallowing down her brief panic, Hermione answered simply. "I always knew you found him handsome."

Ignoring her, the werewolf continued. "He's unconscious, still, but everyone and their grandmother is dying to have a peak at the tragic disfigurement of The Heir Black's face."

Hermione snorted. She, James, Remus and Peter were the only ones besides Reggie who knew Sirius had been disowned by the Black family. She heard Remus chuckled, too.

"Of course, I haven't seen the extent of the damage myself. Either Poppy or James bandaged his face up pretty good, and to be frank, I'm frightened to ask who really did it," he snickered.

She opened her eyes and looked over at her friend who was still reading. She knew James sent him to her to warn her about Sirius's accident, save her from the shock while she was supposed to be recovering.

With the fuss about Sirius, Madame Pomfrey hadn't the time to keep Remus out of Hermione's cubicle: her life's mission for the past week had been keeping all four of those boys away from the recovering witch.

So when the noise all stopped and visiting hours had concluded for an hour or two, Hermione mustered her strength to stand and slowly pad her way toward the cot at the far end of the wing.

She had to grasp the railing poles of each cubicle to keep herself upright, as the pain in her calf had not subsided during the lengthy healing process. Her vision clouded with each step, the searing white-hot pain in her head returning as she pulled herself nearer to Sirius.

She was finally able to pull herself to his cot-side and she fell into the chair at his side. She couldn't look at him, though, instead she rested her head on the side of his bed, catching her breath and blinking the vision back into her eyes.

She startled, however, as a palm lightly descended atop the curls at the back of her head.

"You shouldn't have gotten up to come see me, pet," came Sirius's groggy voice. "I was just about to come to you, and now I know Poppy's going to kill me."

Hermione could only huff out a chuckle. Sirius swore and pushed himself up to a sitting position, wincing quietly, hoping not to give away the immensity of his own pain.

"You didn't come see me," Hermiome finally said, still bent over, leaning her forehead on the cot and counting the cracks in the tile grout of the floor. "All week, I didn't see you at all."

"I tried, pet. You have no idea how hard I tried," he pleaded. "Poppy wouldn't let me near the wing at all, I swear she put wards up around it, I couldn't even make it all the way up the stairs."

"But Remus and James," she started, but Sirius chuckled darkly.

"Oh, she'd talk to them. Give them updates and tell them to pass me the message. But you have to know how every day I tried to come see you. Wild horses couldn't have stopped me."

Hermione snorted, lifting her head finally to see his own heavily bandaged face. It was a wonder he could even see who he was talking to, as the bandages wrapped around both his eyes and his left ear. Her mind briefly conjured up the image of another boy; red-haired and smirking while a bandage covered what was left of his own left ear. She shook her head to dissolve the image. That would never be, now.

She grinned, "but one little Poppy Pomfrey could keep you away." Sirius grimaced.

"She's a force, that matron. We outsmarted her in the end, though," he grinned, stopping to cough slightly as his hand flew to his ribs. "Told James to go bloody soft on that bludger, though. Bloody prick."

Hermione gasped in realization. "Sirius Black, you did not throw the game," she exclaimed. "That's illegal!"

"Calm down, pet. It's not like I had money on it. It's the only way I could think to get myself in here to see you."

"You could have died," she argued. He grinned.

"Cushioning charms. Besides, it's not like we stood a chance for the cup this year, anyway. Too much going on, wouldn't you say?"

It was true. Half the Gryffindor team had been in and out of the hospital wing all year with mysterious injuries they all refused to explain. All the teachers were besides themselves with worry when it all began. The worry quickly became agitation and finally Professor McGonagall threatened anyone with another unexplained injury with a month's worth of detention.

Detention seemed to keep the first stringers off the pitch for a better part of the year.

Hermione was touched by all the help she received from her classmates. She knew they'd all been rallied by Sirius and James, but none of them asked questions. They carried out their missions and reported back to James or Sirius who reported back to Hermione. In only one year and a half, the older half of Gryffindor had managed to find and destroy all of Voldemort's Horcruxes.

Some of them may have been a little too bewitched by the use of fiendfyre, and accidentally led a band of Death Eaters and Tom Riddle himself back to the Castle, which was how Hermione was hurt to begin with.

"Still, you shouldn't have done it," she said lately.

"Here, help me take these off," he whispered, feeling around his bandages for a loose end to peel at.

"Sirius, stop it, let yourself heal," she ordered. He ignored her.

"Bloody Prongs tied them up too tight," he complained, finally finding a spot to tear at. Hermione sucked in a sharp breath as the whole thing fell apart and landed on his lap.

"There you are," he exclaimed, grin splitting his face despite the heavy bruising she could see along his cheeks and jaws. "See, love, no harm. James fixed the broken nose before we ever made it up the stairs. Still as bloody handsome as ever."

Hermione glared at him. "I wasn't worried about your face, you moron," she said. "Besides, I was hoping you really had smashed it in, good and proper, to deflate that bloody head of yours."

"You love it," he teased before his smile fell away from his face, replaced by an awkward grimace. Hermiome's cheeks were aflame and she glanced around the hospital wing trying to find anywhere but on him for her eyes to land. "Erm…"

Hermione swallowed thickly and the silence lingered in the suddenly dense air between them.

She'd had a suspicion as to why Madame Pomfrey wouldn't allow Sirius near the hospital wing. He was reckless. He was passionate. He was an emotional wreck when those he loved were hurt.

She'd seen it before she came back in time - before his death. She saw an older Sirius jump into battle to keep his Godson out of harm's way and lose his life for it.

She'd seen him break into a muggles house just to talk to Harry when he found out he'd been chosen as a Hogwarts champion. She witnessed an emaciated man, withered and weakened by 12 years in Azkaban, be the first to singlehandedly escape the prison to take his revenge on the man who betrayed his closest friends.

She heard of his maniacal laughter as he was arrested for Pettigrew's murder, and the 12 muggles. She knew he never could have been framed if he hadn't left rationality at the door and chased after the traitor to kill him.

And since she'd been here, Sirius had violently torn past Madame Pomfrey when Regulus was nearly killed. He'd blasted his way into the wing the night Remus had been attacked by the travelling highland pack, and he'd all but pushed the poor matron to the ground in his hurry to ensure Lily Evans wasn't seriously injured after the great Slytherin Altercation of Spring '77.

Of course the Matron had taken the precautions she had when Hermione Granger had faced off with Lord Voldemort in the Transfiguration Court Yard.

Everybody with eyes, other than the two in question and a few wishful groupies, were well aware that Sirius Black was so in love with Hermione Granger that he couldn't see straight. Everyone knew Hermione was just as in love with him, but too focused on her mission to acknowledge it.

"Well this is right bloody stupid," Sirius spat at himself, rolling his eyes and budging off to the side of the cot. He grabbed Hermiome and pulled her up with him, mindful of the leg James had told him was recovering from a deep dark curse.

Begrudgingly, Hermione situated herself beside the boy she had been fighting her feelings for. He didn't seem to want to fight as hard as her, and it was annoying.

"I'm fucking angry at you, pet," Sirius whispered against her curls, voice gravelly, as he wrapped his arm tightly around Hermione's waist, somehow still mindful of her injuries. "You were stupid and stubborn and we could have fucking lost you."

On pure instinct, Hermiome wrapped her fingers around the digits that were dogging into her stomach, relishing in his hot breath tickling her forehead as he held her to him.

"I know," she whispered, screwing her eyes shut. "But it had to be me. I told you why."

"You could have waited. I was on my way, I could have helped you," he pleaded, hot breath still tickling her head. "You didn't need to do it alone."

"I didn't do it alone. You helped. You all helped," she said. "For the past two years, you and James and Remus and Peter and half of Gryffindor all helped. I couldn't have done what I did without you."

She couldn't tell if the sound that came from Sirius's throat was a weird chuckle or a choked sob, but he held her tighter.

"We thought you were dead."

"It'll take more than Voldemort to kill me," she laughed, trying to lighten the darkness of his mood. He didn't laugh.

"Did you even think about us, Hermione," he asked. "Did it even occur to you what would happen to James and Remus if they lost you? What would happen to me?"

"Everything I've done has been for you three," she protested into his shoulder. "Of course I was thinking about you!"

"No, Hermione. You were thinking about yourself and your future. You were thinking about James's kid and your dead friends," he started, quickly placating her. "And that's okay, there's nothing wrong with that, but you weren't really thinking about us. About me."

"Sirius," Hermione said, gently pulling away from his chest and glancing up at his face, screwed up in pain she knew had nothing to do with his broken ribs or bruises. "I-," she struggled to put the right words together. "At first, all I could think about was Harry. I had the ability to change it all to spare Harry the life he had in my time. I had the opportunity to let him grow up with his parents, without the weight of the world on his conscience."

She took a deep steadying breath, lacing her fingers into his, again. "There were so many people I cared about that were dealt shit cards because of this war - because of this one dark wizard - utterly ruined lives. When I thought, when it occurred to me that I could change it, I jumped at the opportunity. Give Harry a better childhood. Save James and Lily. Save Peter. Stop Remus's descent into reclusivity and self-pity. Save you from all the time that was stolen from you by an unjust judicial system. Save you from the grief of losing all your friends and all your youth, and losing time with your godson."

"When I got here, the possibility of a better future for all of you was all I could think of. I never, in a million years, thought any of you would befriend me, let alone care enough to do what you've all done to help me do what I did."

Sirius searched her face, taking note of the single tear clinging to her bottom lash.

"You didn't think we'd all fall in love with you?"

Her breath hitched, and glanced away, focusing instead on his fingers- his thumbs- which had started tracing patterns on her inner wrists.

"You came stumbling into our common room, determined to keep to yourself. You were talented, powerful, determined and absolutely gorgeous," he chuckled. "And then you were kind and patient and rational and stubborn and you told us off when we deserved it. You're our Wendy."

"Of course," he said roughly, his voice breaking, betraying the emotion he'd tried to keep hidden: fear. "Of fucking course we're going to care enough to not want you killed. What you didn't think about was the impact your presence has had, here," he muttered, taking her hand and placing on his chest, where she could feel the hammering of his heart.

"I get it was unintentional, Pet. But you've wormed your way in here and I cannot let you go," he cried, dropping his head onto her shoulder. "If you had died, Hermione, I don't know what I would have done."

They sat, silently holding each other for what felt like hours. Hermione knew her friendship with the marauders was an unexpected part of her mission. She did try to stay away from them, not wanting to impact their futures outside of saving their lives.

The closer she became with them, the less she could deny how easily their bonds had formed. It was almost as though it was fate, like she had always been a piece of the puzzle in their four souls.

Like Hermione herself had been the missing piece; without her in their lives, they all just went to shit. With her, everybody got to live, to be happy.

She fought that feeling. It scared her. She had no idea what the implications were. What did it mean for her? If she came back in time and took her place among her lost boys, what did that mean for her? She never thought she'd go back to her own time; she would be a stranger in time, unaware of the life she supposedly led up to that point. Honestly, she always assumed her confrontation with Voldemort would kill her.

That had been why she was so adamant to keep the boys away from the encounter; she couldn't risk them barging in to her rescue just for them end up killed in her stead. That would nullified all of her efforts.

But she had survived. Voldemort was dead. Aurors were working around the clock to capture the scurrying Death Eaters. She'd saved the future. She'd changed everything. And she was still alive. She didn't know what to do with this outcome.

She knew what she wanted to do, but it felt wrong to ask the universe for something so selfish; she'd already asked the universe for so much she felt she didn't deserve what she wanted.

She wanted love and family and friends. She wanted to live the rest of her life in peace. She wanted…

She wanted the arms currently wrapped around her waist to stay there forever. She wanted the wet slate gray eyes crying out into her shoulder to dry and look into her face every morning and every night and several time in-between.

She wanted the fingers gripping her hand to grip her hand daily, to swing them between their bodies as they walked forward into the future. She wanted to run her fingers through his silky black hair for the rest of that future.

She didn't know how she managed it, or why, and she fought it tooth and nail, but she knew these past two years led her straight to the cliff's edge of falling irrevocably in love with Sirius Black. She toppled over the ledge and struggled to grasp onto anything that could pull her back over. But every joke, every teasing word, every late night spent talking pulled her farther in. Every hug, every brush of hands, every excited grin and wink on top of his fierce determination to help, the way he threw himself into tracking down horcruxes with his fellow quidditch players; the way he cried as he opened up about Walburga and Orion, the utter infectious joy on his face when Reggie came back to him - safe and willing to mend their relationship. The way he had gotten her to confide in him and the way they had grown so close and open with one another. She was unmistakably his, and for the last few months, in all but actual words spoken, he was hers.

And she wanted to keep him. She wanted him and the life he never got to live for himself and she wanted to live it with him, by his side.

Whether or not this was the time to say so, she didn't know. However, Hermione found herself unable to take the silence, so she said the first thing that came to mind.

"I'm pretty bloody pissed at you, too, Sirius Black," she ground out against his shoulder. "Who the he'll do you think you are, asking James to hit you with a bludger!"

Sirius was still for a moment before she felt the tremors of his laughter. Slowly, he lifted his head from her shoulder and threw it back against the pillow with a barking laugh.

"I'm not laughing, Sirius."

"Merlim, pet. I did it for you."

"I have never once asked to nearly get yourself killed for me," she huffed. Sirius leveled her with a rather pointed look. "Oh," she muttered, cheeks reddening. "It's different."

Sirius sighed, pulling her down on the cot with him, gently pushing her riotous curls away from her face and resting his palm on her cheek.

"Rest with me, pet. Here like this, I can see you're okay, you can see I'm okay and we'll be okay together."

"But Madame Pomfrey-,"

"Poppy can get stuffed," Sirius said, in what Hermione thought was the most disparaging tone she'd ever heard Sirius take against the Matron. She chuckled. "Bloody woman thought she could keep me away from my girl."

Hermione's breath caught again. He stilled and looked down affectionately.

"You are, aren't you," he asked almost reverently. "My girl?"

His gray eyes were boring into hers, pleading for a response. Hermione's lips curled into a timid smile, grasping his hospital gown with her fingers.

"Forever."

[mtsainthelens]

thank you @radialseychellisation and @hailtotehthief for inviting me to share ten songs ive been listening to unfortunately due to budger cuts i cannot afford a tenth song. heres my 3x3 like its 2020

ummm i don’t feel like tagging anyone ive been in bed throwing up all day and none of my followers loved me enough to save me so yknow what fine

[divinesolas]

Tom and Harry are cast in a super secret project. It’s a low budger indie movie. It is filmed in one room, with an iphone on a tripod. I am their only co-star😉

i pray one day you get the help you so clearly desperately need

[usagirln120]

Ryoma Hoshi: Hogwarts AU

Ryoma Hoshi is a half-goblin wizard that was born on the 1st of July 1981 and started attending Hogwarts on the 1st of September 1992, being sorted into Ravenclaw house.

Due to his Quidditch talent, he was allowed to join Ravenclaw's Quidditch team as a Beater in his first year but was kicked off after an accident in his fourth year when one of the bludger 'accidentally' hit and killed his girlfriend Sato.

He was allowed to continue attending Hogwarts since it was an accident but he completely lost his will to live due to his guilt and his parents disowning him for the accident.

Due to his disownment, he moved in at the Fairy Tail Orphanage right before his fifth year and while his new 'siblings' treated him kindly, he still didn't feel like he deserved it.

He eventually participated in the Battle of Hogwarts where he had snuck in despite being underage where he was eventually killed by the Imperius controlled Kirumi Tojo.

He died without getting to know that the Gryffindors Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu and Peko Pekoyama had cursed the budger to go after Sato after they found out that she was the one that killed Fuyuhiko's younger sister Natsumi.

He had a Hawthorn wand with a phoenix feather core.

His Patronus was a Russian Blue Cat.

His favorite subjects were Flying and Care of Magical Creatures.

His least favorite subjects were Herbology and Potions.

[queersrus]

HIIIII could i maybe ask for parrot related names :] OR just bird is okay!! okay thank you love you bye!!!!!!!

i will go tag you on the other bird themed posts i have in drafts but in the meantime! heres parrot names!

also tagging @bpdxhoardic incase you wanted to check these out too!

(Nick)Names:

Par/Parr, Parro, Parra, Parrot, Parrotte, Parrotelle, Parroter, Parrotie/Parroty, Parrotire, Parakee/Parakie/Paraky, Parakeet, Pionus, Pearly, Paint, Pfrimer, Pfrimers, Plum, Peach, Pacific, Pacifica Cockatie, Cockatiel, Cai, Caique, Con, Conu, Conure, Caw, Congo, Cockat, Cockatoo, Crimson, Cape, Crown, Carolina, Chestnut, Cap, Caatinga, Cordill, Cordilleran, Cobalt, Caica, Chandona Han/Hann/Hahn, Hanns/Hahns, Hans, Hya, Hyac, Hyacyn/Hyacin, Hyacinth Macaw, Maroon, Max, Maxi, Maximillian, Moluccan, Meyer, Meyers, Madeira, Marta, Mask, Mitred, Mena Quak/Quake, Quaker Sun, Scarlet, Senegal, Sinu, Santarem, Santa, Sulpher/Sulphur, South, Spix, Socorro, Spec, Spectic, Spectical/Spectacle, Spectacled, Sapphire, Spot, Saffron, Scale, Scaley, Speckle, Saarika/Sarika Lo, Lor, Lori/Lory, Lorik, Lorikee/Lorikie/Loriky, Lorikeet, Lear, Lears, Lilac, Lilacine Budge, Budger, Budgeri, Budgerige, Budgerigar, Budgie/Budgy, Beak, Blue, Brown, Burrow, Bill, Blaze, Bona, Bonaparte, Black, Blood, Bronze Dusk, Dusky Eclec, Eclect, Eclectus, El Wing, Wave, Wavy, White Feather, Fiery, Flame, Finsch, Fan Green, Grand, Grey/Gray, Glacer, Glaucous, Gold, Goldie, Golden, Great, Gini Ama, Amazon, Austral, Azuero, Az, Aztec, Andean, Akeria, Akala Yellow Rosella, Red, Ruppell/Rupell/Rupel, Rose, Riparian, Rufous Timneh, Tail, Turquoise, Tota Niam, North, Nanday Ochre, Oro, Orange Jandaya Vulturine Kili, Kajla

much more here

[tanadrin]

Is venezualas armed force even in good shape due to corruption, budger cuts and the battefront being a thick jungle.

I'm not sure it matters how good a shape your army is in when your opponent can't field more than a couple thousand guys. Guyana doesn't even have a navy, just a handful of small patrol boats for their coast guard, and AFAICT it has no combat aircraft.