#cagedbird

[unforestalledreturn-a]

continued from here @hoshizorax

"Oh... oops." Genesis hardly sounded remorseful, entertained moreso. "I do suppose there are some who are not caged little birds looking for a key." His gaze shifted to the hazy horizon across the channel, thunder growling. "Do you think you will find what you are 'looking out for'?"

[teapopp]

day 6 is comfort. cagedbirds again

AU, ESS. Shiro gets moved into one of the empty rooms of Aurora's palace in the crown tundra. Due to trade, bede made it a point to go in person instead of sending a messenger in order to hold and kiss the royal guest at night. Shiro seems not to be all that conflicted. Maybe if he wasnt infested Bede would actually have a chance.

[jude-thedude98]

I want you to walk away from, a traditional dead beat

I want you to stay away from me, even in my dreams

I see you killing me

But I cannot die

I am too real to sing

Freedom

Is what I sang for thee

But you a cagedbird stayed stuck and now you sing to me

I

A caged bird

All I sing is to be free

Which one of us need to let the other fly and be free

Sounds like the both of us

But hoe?

When none of us talk anymore

A Shawn Mendes Song I've Put To The Floor by Mr. PoetAll

Inspired by @that-poetic-disaster & @shawnmendes / @shawnmendesupdates / @shawnmendesofficial

[spadensilver]

Cages of Steel, skies of hope! When things move, dots start to connect. #cagedbirds #perspective #connectingdots #ThroughAMarketersEyes #tame #shotonfold5 #createdonfold5

[nalanm]

#cagedbird https://www.instagram.com/p/CQfnXadlatA/?utm_medium=tumblr

[lemonluvgirl]

Sneak Peak at the New Chapter for Golden Cages & Borrowed Wings: Ch 19 -Loss & Gain 

(Katniss POV)

The stage lights go up and I squirm uncomfortably in my barely there dark green gown. The thing was obscene. It looked more like something I’d wear on a night I was scheduled to perform at The Decadence rather than something I’d wear for another interview with Caesar. It consisted of a halter top, studded with giant pearls and crystals that screamed it was trying hard to be elegant and just ended up looking overdone and kind of tacky compared to the simple elegance of Cinna’s usual designs. 

And I wondered, not for the first time if Cinna had paid for helping to ship the supplies that we needed to make our escape. Had they cut out his tongue and turned him into an avox? Or worse, had they already executed him? Or was he rotting away in some cell right now….just like I did in the hours they weren’t displaying me like a rare bird captured and made to sing at their pleasure? 

When they drugged me up I almost sighed in relief. No more rage. No more fury. No more anything really. Just calm, and fuzzy sparkles that made me falsely giddy. 

“We’re going to have a grand ole time tonight sweetheart.” Peeta with the one greenish blue eye says as he slips his large warm hand around my waist and leads me towards the stage. I smile at him lazily, and try to blink away the shiny spots from my vision. 

“Oh, the grandest.” I murmur as I take his arm and wrinkle my nose against the odd smell of his cologne. Try as I might, I never could get used to the new way he smelled.  

Gale was waiting for us on stage and his lips curled in disgust at the sight of my dress. 

“That’s what you’re wearing? Might was well just put a fucking price tag across your chest.” He says insultingly when we get closer. 

“I think it looks hot.” Peeta snaps back. 

“You also like cheap whores.” Gale says with a laugh. 

And I laugh too,  like it's the funniest joke in the world. I smile at them both and giggle. They wear identical confused expressions. 

“I may be a whore now, but we all know I’m not cheap. And no matter how much dancing and flirting we do up on stage tonight, at least I can rest easy knowing neither of you has the credits to buy even an hour kissing with me!” I tell them both with a hysterical laugh as the stage hands lead us to our marks so we can go through the rehearsal. 

NotGale rolls his eyes. NotPeeta practically snarls at me. I spin in a lazy circle above my little red X on the stage. People around us whisper and gawk openly at my strange behavior. I probably look mad. I certainly look high. But I have to get the energy out somehow or I’ll be too jittery when we start to dance. I’m supposed to be graceful and sensual, not manic and hyper. 

“She’s fucking losing it. I don’t know how much longer this shit can last.” NotGale says under his breath. 

Me either, I think silently...

[israfelart]

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. © Maya Angelou ✊🏿✊🏾✊🏽 #blm #mayaangelou #mayaangelouquotes #cagedbird #thecagedbirdsings #blacklivesmatter #protest #bird #sparrow #brokencage #cagednomore #enoughisenough https://www.instagram.com/p/CB2VEVrD8gu/?igshid=2aokeo47v1ms

[ralphmara]

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. #CagedBird #MayaAngelou #DefendPressFreedom #Philippines (at Mt.Batolusong Tanay Rizal) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBcS_HxDO1o/?igshid=ytibfq1gcd0e

[queenbeehairline]

Paul Laurence Dunbar (poem) and Maya Angelou (autobiography), wrote their pieces separately; however, they will forever be intertwined. Folks often mixup the titles and works. Dunbar’s poem, “Sympathy”—published in 1899, is often referred to as “Caged Bird”. Maya Angelou, after reading “Sympathy”, years before writing her novel—connected with the “caged bird”, and its symbolism. So much so, that she took a line from Dunbar’s “Sympathy”, and entitled her autobiography: “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings”, published in 1969. As shared before, I know what it feels like to either lose—or, not have a voice. I’ll never, ever allow anyone to squeeze me into a place where I am mute—voiceless. I will walk away 👣👣👣👣👣 #ExitStageLeft #LevelUp, before I allow people, placed, or things to squelch my voice. Folks fought too hard for me to have one: one on a cross; and, others in the “movement”. Thank you to both Dunbar and Angelou for sharing the beauty of your pained voices; and, for refusing to be silent—or, silenced. Salute. “I know why the caged bird sings, ah me!” (Dunbar). 🗣#CanYouHearMeNow? #PaulLDunbar #MayaAngelou #Sympathy #CagedBird https://www.instagram.com/p/B8eVA4VB5kpAw59LSlhp7g-UW3q_I34yL4yJ9Y0/?igshid=19kevjkp4xxdb

[albertayebisackey]

I know why the caged bird sings

[primalaska]

#Cage #caged #cagetheelephant #cagefree #cagefighting #cagefighter #cagediving #CageWarriors #cages #cagefight #cagebra #cagework #cagefreebunny #cagedive #cagefreeboarding #cagelight #cagefreeeggs #cagedin #cagedbird #cageside #cagette #cagedheels #cagedsteel #cagefights #CageLab #CageMonsters #cagelegacy #cageanimal #cageaoiseaux #cagelife https://www.instagram.com/p/B1Z09UZHxkd/?igshid=sqz1075f7o5u

[teapopp]

we've got looker bureau, which is IzuAi lore involving Izumi's death disappearance and izumi's trusty furfrou, Anya.

and then for YumeTober, there's days 15,16,17 🎀

i couldnt genderbent Cagedbirds because nothing would change. Shiro canonically bakes sweets. Izumi and Trevor don't really like to tease each other because Trevor takes a lot of things literally or seriously, and Izumi doesn't understand their language too well. Izumi is cheeky with his actions, though.

[lanamiyukiart-blog]

let me go by lanamiyuki

[springwoodscagedbird]

A Caged Bird, A Doll...

My Watpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/SpringwoodsCagedBird Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/springwoodscagedbird Quentin Omega Smith or you can call me Bird, cause uh I’m a crow shifter. Male Delta: You're off-putting scent is very potent making it hard for most others to be around you for extended periods of time. DeltaCagedBird Survivor!Quentin Smith, P3, 50 Pseudo-Killer!The Clairvoyant(Quentin) I met them, before HE got to them, not all of them one of them wouldn't let me in his dreams, but I grew close to some of the other kids. I knew something was up before Nancy understood. I'd talk to her in her dreams but when I try to bring it up when we were awake she'd act like she had no clue on what I was talking about. It was hard, when their dreams closed off showing he got them. I tried to look up when the first one was closed off to me, and it said a suicide. I decide not to keep looking after that. One of them I was helping her with her swimming and she got dragged under the water and cut through the chest. Her dream slowly closed off to me, and I was left feeling so hurt. It was HIM... Anyway that's the past. Welcome to the fireplace, it's more like lukewarm but it's something. I'm trying my best to keep my head up, to not loss it and go back to...when I HELPED HIM KILL... I'm not a killer. I am a survivor, and I will help my team survive even if I have to be sacrificed again and again. All for them, all for Nancy.

*The campfire crackles loudly, as you near it. Quentin sat on the logs his hand under his chin and on his knee. He seems to be struggling to stay awake, as he stared into the fire. His head drifted downward as he dozed off for a couple of seconds. He gasps awake quickly looking around himself to make sure he and the others were alright, before leaning forward once more with his hand nesting under his chin and elbow on his knee.

~Freddy's Fucktoy~ I'm just a toy, a hole to be used, and abused when ever you want. Fuck I'm needy enough to put this here heh... And yet I still fight going to sleep because of HIM, because I know he'll do things I don't want HIM touching me, but I can't...stop HIM, The Nightmare... Doesn't matter if I say no right? I mean...Jesse and the others didn't seem to care...well maybe Jesse did but peer pressure or whatever... No has ever listened expect well I guess Nancy. But I expect that, she understands, she knows. No one else does, I'm just a hole, a toy for pleasure to everyone else and then you just throw me aside till you want more... No has never meant No cause I'm just a needy little slut who even when I scream and beg they know I really "want" it... Right?

[scriblotixsketchex]

Cagedbird!Shira and Rotis got lots of ships today oof- Art, Rotis (c) @scriblotixsketchex Shira, slight changes to the AU (c) @diya-the-skeletonartis-2003 Cagedbird AU (c) thegreatrouge

[blacklifescience]

“Humans can regard the same animal as both a companion and an object, as is the case with hunting dogs or dogs bred for fighting” (Jean-Moore, Speciesism,  2013). 

Maya Angelou, “Caged Bird” from Shaker, Why Don't You Sing? The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou (Random House Inc., 1994)