#chirping and chirping

[fagdykevash]

hey if you're trans in the us i love you. hey if you're queer in the us i love you. hey if you're a person of color in the us i love you. hey if you're a woman in the us i love you. hey if you're disabled in the us i love you. i love you i love you i love you

[plounce]

"tumblr thinks this" "tumblr users act like that" the only thing all tumblr users do is look at posts.

[bloodybellycomb]

[fleshadept]

AI this AI that. i don’t care. call me when they invent a strap you can feel

[heartmindandsnow]

Even when one of us is feeling pretty empty, the other one is near by...

Because writing is cathartic for me, it's a long story... so read it only if you really want to.

[And it was a pretty good story... don'cha think]

We all struggle with something, and in those times, the kind of partner you want in it, is the one that can recognize it for what it is. As an overload of our weakness... whatever that may be for us individually. [Footnote:] And might I add to said to weakness circuit breaker... not one that walks away and leaves you dejectedly alone for you to deal with your grief by yourself because your parent rather unexpectedly died. That's horrible, what we need is a compassionate teammate.

My struggle is it's hard for me to discern the difference between when someone wants to end a relationship vs just put it on pause while they themselves have a moment of weakness... because they don't think they want to burden their partner with said moment. It's not until they realize it's a growth process they can just be... in a relationship, without judgement and without fear. Because both her and I, with our respective former spouses, it's all we really ever knew. Walking on egg shells, was a common occurrence for us both, as was the ridicule.

[Side quest]: It's an odd place I know, because the entire world around you wants to judge you for who you are, what's important to you and what you believe in, what kind of job you do, how much money you have, what kind of car you drive, who you associate with, how you dress or look (I struggle with that one), and whatever other metric flavor of the day... but Master Oogway answer's to this is: You just have to believe... (and also who gives a fuck because we'll all be dead so soon).

The real metric to judge any relationship by is to just be at peace with each other, no fighting, no bitter or condescending comments, just wholesome, loving, positive moments that you constantly find yourself thinking about how extraordinarily lucky you are to be with the person who you find insanely attractive because of it, even if it does come with a side serving of "I don't particularly like this [x] thing".

But it's also ironic how said moment, can cause me to reflect and concentrate the moment, because I'm an engineer, turn it into a lens. Fear of abandonment is a real bitch and what it does to the mind. Especially when you've learned early on to be 'extra' for your partner, because you believe they deserve it, but it's also because I am over compensating in not wanting that partner to leave. [Hint: they totally do deserve extra, but sometimes they need to prove that back too via emotional equity].

[Main story line]: We 'share' coffee mugs, because she asked for one of mine. So I gave her two instead. It's in these moments, realizing that I'm also dating an extraordinarily sensitive person, sometimes I think she just needs to rest and sit in my shade for a bit. Because hers is empty metaphorically in the above mug, and it's a way for me to show her while my coffee cup is completely full, I'm here... near by to save a space for you, waiting for the 'the universal great coffee maker' to fill you back up, before picking up where we left off in life's journey.

[Contextual back story]: In Colorado, we were on a rather difficult trail given the altitude, and she stopped so many times, especially on the way back. Apologizing profusely for "holding me up", I gave up telling her not to worry about it after the first handful of times. It was a reaction to her ex spouse, he was perpetually annoyed with her and her shortcomings. I just waited for her... saving the exact same space for her, but physically. Don't get me wrong, despite my three weeks spent at altitude for ski weeks, my heart was pounding too, so it's not like I was going to mind the brief respite. But her coffee cup here, was less full than mine. I can't magically give her oxygen in this case, but I can allow her to just rest.

We attended a concert at Red Rocks, that blew the both of us away. She never tailgated before... lol. Trevor Hall and the Colorado Symphony, sang of one lyric that particularly poetic, Between the moon and sun, I won't give up on you.

I imagine myself to be more spiritually mature than she is, I am after all 3 years older and 7 years ahead of the life altering bookmark of time: divorce. So, while I wait physically as in a difficult trail, or emotionally with a metaphoric empty coffee cup, I am here to give her space, but also not so subtly remind her, such a space isn't necessary when you are with the correct person for you - one who recognizes your short-comings, and hugs you for it anyway.

[Main story line]: If she's in my shade, then I am her tree. Do I always want her to be in my shade? No... I am here for her to recognize that while she needs regain strength within my protective domain, I encourage her to join me in the full brightness that is the sun, and absorb its energy... to ultimately give back to our partnership and her extended social circle.

It's ultimately about growth. Growth as individuals, and growth as a partnership between two people.

I want to grow with her... regardless of where that happens because also attributable to Trevor, I just want to be connected to her soul.

She reads this, and for that I'm glad - because currently this is my only lifeline to show her just how craz I a.. wait, how wonderful I am and how wonderful we would be... together.

As a team. Team Hungarian...

[softichill]

[jaybirds-chirps]

we fuckin hate Uther in this house but those times he'd look at Merlin and be like "wtf is wrong with Arthur rn??" were so funny

like Uther was very firmly on the you're too close to this boy train but the moment Arthur was doing something weird he'd look at Merlin like "boy fix this rn"

[2ghosts]

the lord of the wing

[illusoryfem]

Hope everyone is jerking off 2day. Dont let Christ win ❤️

[cowgirls-blues]

They're turning a new feather!

@quiddie ACOFAF 2 when???

[goingtolebanon]

dni lists don't work and i am well aware of this but just know that if you are a zionist/pro-israel and/or you think the israel/palestine situation is a "neutral situation" please know that you are extremely unwelcome here and will be made to feel that way. free palestine

[plounce]

people online talk so much about hating babies and kids but in "the meatspace" people LOVE babies. hang out with a baby and you will see so many people staring at you with big smiles and waving at you and going "that baby is SO cute" and generally being pleasant unprompted. the lady at the vietnamese place just now gave us like three extra soup spoons because my niece loves those spoons but kept dropping them on the floor and the lady kept giving us more with a massive smile on her face. on our walk today a bunch of construction guys waved and grinned at her the whole time we walked by, and when we passed by an elementary school a little girl said "your baby's really sweet!" babies are not balls of irritation and hatred they are beacons of joy and kindness actually and they bring out the best in strangers. whenever im out with her we have multiple positive interactions with strangers who are so happy to see her. or maybe it's just that my baby niece is the cutest most wonderful baby in the world :]

[bloodybellycomb]

One massive, legitimate way to improve as a writer or artist or in any creative endeavor really, is to become absolutely obsessed with something and to allow yourself to be weird about it. Genuinely mean this btw.

[fleshadept]

you guys know you can get USB connectable CD, dvd, and blu-ray players right. and you can buy external hard drives with crazy amounts of space for an amount of money that would make the average person from 2009’s head explode bc of how cheap it is. and if you do this and get ripping software such as handbrake for CDs and DVDs and makeMKV for blurays you can both own a physical copy of whatever media you want and make it accessible to yourself no matter where you are. do you guys know this

[excalisi]

it's a fun hc of mine that during dick's robin days, he went through the "omg i wish i had a cool secret language so i can have secret conversations with my friends" phase all kids go through. but one of his closest friends at the time also happened to be the batman, a guy with possibly the most bizarrely diverse arsenal of skills in the world. bruce sees the merit in the entire idea of a coded language to communicate rudimentary information when they can hear but not see each other. so why not make a code built on bird vocalizations? it's pretty much incomprehensible to anyone without a trained ear or comprehensive knowledge of birding and impossible to even passably mimic without proper training, so while the chances of interception are high, the chances of someone understanding it enough to interrupt during the middle of a bird-convo and feed false information are not.

it also, batman and robin come to realize, feeds into the "holy fuck our vigilantes are cryptids" idea. bird sounds that come from seemingly no determinable location (ventriloquism) come to mean batman and robin are nearby. to the goons of gotham, bird song becomes inextricably connected to getting your ass kicked by the dynamic duo. the real reason why criminals don't operate during the day is because they get skittish and jumpy about if the sounds of birds chirping are real birds or some masked vigilantes lying in wait to rock your shit, and it's just easier to commit crimes during the night when all the birds are asleep so you know for sure.

ornithologists have boards on their bedrooms dedicated to the bird-bats of gotham. they've written dissertations.

the bird language becomes a bit of a batfamily bonding connection. teaching each other how to do different clicks and whistles, making up slang so bruce and barbara can't complain of clogging up comms with non-mission relevant talk, searching up birds to associate them with different people, psychologically terrorizing the criminal populace of gotham by chirping at them...

how the bird code works is that there's a bird assigned to each one of gotham's major heavy hitter criminals and vigilantes, and a few assigned to heroes out of the city (by which i mean the ones the bats associate with often enough to have a sign to address by). the only birds i've got so far are the robin (for robin. self-explanatory) and the glistening-green tanager (for the joker). i only have one for the joker bc i wanted to reference this hc in one of my fics and so searched up green birds to find the most eye-searingly annoying-to-look-at green bird i could find, and the glistening-green tanager was the closest one to fit the bill.