#evil parrots

[courtofparrots]

I’m so sick over them. Also they wear matching bracelets because they can’t wear rings and for some other reasons

[catching-fire-in-the-wind]

POV: you are a berry, or perhaps a seed

[greenko]

Pets are like children............so what if-

[ladyinthebluebox]

sometimes i see the way people talk about Solas/Dread Wolf and my first thought is: this user proved not immune to the Evanuris propaganda.

[thepersonperson]

Describe Sukuna's personality

I’ve been trying to figure out how to answer this and the best answer I have is Moluccan Cockatoo.

Sukuna’s personality is more parrot than cat I think. The high level of intelligence, the mimcry, not ever shutting up, the impossible levels of destruction, having a favorite person and hating everyone else, very specific tastes and desires that change on a coinflip, the endless energy, the obsessive behavior, exploring the word by biting things, the food aggression… It all screams parrot.

If you’ve ever been around parrots they will steal your food and feel very entitled to your attention and or body. And if you are hated by one, they will let you know, constantly and violently. The larger ones have bolt cutters for beaks so you’ll be bleeding. They also refuse to die, often outliving their owners if they’re pets. Reminds you of a someone doesn’t it?

I say the species Moluccan Cockatoo because they are more loud, insane, and bitey than other species. For a flock bird, they’re also pretty solitary. Their groups are small and they separate for mating seasons. I think that fits Sukuna’s desire for limited companionship and his destructive nature well.

[goodpointsandbadpoints]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Piers Nivans/Luis Serra Characters: Piers Nivans, Rebecca Chambers, Luis Serra Additional Tags: Hospitals, Heart Attacks, Pre-Relationship, Sickfic, Piers Nivans Lives, Luis Serra Lives, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, when you care a lot about someone Summary:

Piers has a picture of Luis in his mind. When everything is fine, when the blinds on the wide office windows are drawn after a long day, the white office lights compete with the desk lamp for space while the doctor is hunched at his desk.

He looks up from his desk to the doorway—eyes steady and lips tight, pen frozen in the middle of a word.

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Piers is wrapping up his training camp when he gets an urgent call.

for @ficwip All-Ships Ship Week Day 2.

[meowangelo]

A DanTDM project I did in Art class !! The project was to draw a keyhole and make a little world inside of it and I picked my fav YouTuber ofc🤗 im pretty proud of it so :3 be nice lols. we have another project and i might do dan again👀

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[mellohiizz]

Haha mel what if I made an au where parrot is the one who gets chunkbanned and then wifies is all alone haha :P

Sorry, I'm a little sleepy rn I woke up at 3 am lol

kade i'm showing up outside your house if you do that. /silly not really, because i actually really love angst, and i fully support you.

[multi-lefaiye]

haha wow!! what a good post about misogyny and transphobia!! you're not about to recreate bioessentialism and slap a trans-friendly coat of paint on it though, right??? proving you have not actually deconstructed those ideas in your brain and still believe radfem-style gender essentialism... right??

[buscemifan]

also yes i agree that the Democrats are not owed your votes by virtue of not being the Republicans but I surely hope you guys are voting for your local positions. bitching on social media abt how voting is effectively useless is 1. wrong 2. pathetic if you’re not engaging in any other meaningful community praxis

[watobu]

evil parrotx2 come home

[courtofparrots]

Almost Lost You

[rat-rosemary]

Oh wait!!! Dteam birds as "see no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil"

[pageofheartdj]

At this point it feels like people are attracted to labels with the way they police how others can call themselves.

Why does it MATTER that this person's chosen label doesn't fit label's description perfectly? Do they demand everyone else to identify with this label this way only? If they are a decent person and not some bigot, it should be enough.

But it sounds cooler to have 'trans bisexual' partner rather than 'cis hetero who sways to the other sides sometimes but is more comfortable with cishet label with no judgement to others or internal biases' partner.

Or to have 'elite label club with only one way to experience said identity' and everyone else with different experiences as 'others' who dare to trespass and idk steal the air.

[goodpointsandbadpoints]

What if you did 35. For Serennedy 🥺

what if I did 🥺 It got a little quiet and sad, but I really like how it turned out.

Pairing: Leon & Luis. (post-re4)

35: running your finger down their spine (prompts)

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Leon watches Luis as he sits at the table. They are letting the morning go by slowly. 

The man stares at the TV on the counter playing the news, absently rubbing his chin as a person’s voice drones on. 

Luis has been gracious. It’s the second morning Leon has been allowed to stay over, the second time he’s woken up on the couch. 

It’s a small apartment, just enough room to move and live and meander around table and counter in a chair. Luis has made it his own in the last few months. 

Leon was surprised by what he had done with the place, only because he didn’t really know Luis in a more complete way—one night in Spain and some hasty networking between the man and Chris over the phone, in hindsight, was not much. But he supposed, looking around at the place now, it fit with what he did know.

There’s a tender reach for life and familiarity here, warmly coaxed in by Luis in so many little ways all drawing together. The paintings nestled on the end table and propped up on the counter, or the earth-tone blankets draped over the chairs. A row of candles watches over them from a neat shelf on the wall, and Leon plans on reading the scent names later on. 

Luis makes a soft noise at the TV. When he glances at Leon, it’s with a knowing look. “It’s one thing after another, eh?” 

The screen shows a clip from something Leon hadn’t been paying attention to. He doesn’t need to know. The answer is yes.

One thing after another, over and over, always…

He sits next to Luis with his elbows on the table, and broods with his mouth against steepled hands. 

“You awake, Sancho?” 

It’s the nickname that brings Leon back in. It clatters on the table like a dropped coin, so out of place, but somehow prompting him to pick it up. “Getting there,” he says. 

Luis has turned his head to look at him. Maybe he’s quieter in the mornings, or maybe he doesn’t put on as bright a front when they’re not fighting to stay alive. Either way, he sits calm and neutral now, slouched in his chair and tracing his brown eyes over Leon.

“We should get something to eat,” he finally says.

Leon grunts. 

Neither of them move. 

How am I supposed to do this? Leon suddenly wonders. 

He had come for a visit to check in, to see how Luis’ life was moving along after the end of Los Illuminados. Everything seems fine. But he expected… something else.

A mirror of his own grief, maybe, in its choking gray thrown against the walls of his apartment back home, free to roam with nothing to hold it down. 

He sees it in flickers, he thinks. In weariness around the eyes, in unspoken moments of pause and breathing, but not overt. 

Quietly, not to disturb anything else, Leon unlaces one of his hands and reaches across the gap between them. Luis' back is a curve from shoulder down to hip, and Leon follows it with three fingers. Slowly, thinking. 

Luis is watching him still. 

How is he supposed to do this? He stops mid-back, laying his palm down. He won’t touch lower, won’t find that first corner of the scar. 

How can he go on not bringing it up? 

Because he hesitates to throw those memories back into this—quiet, recovering existence, in warm and wooden pieces around a home—if he doesn’t have to. 

(collection on ao3)

[in-fair-verona-we-set-our-scene]

I do think Withers has a really subtle background character arc in bg3. Because at the start it is really clear he doesn't want to be here and he's being forced to clean up his mess by Helm and probably Ao. He doesn't really care either. Everything ends so nothing really matters, he'd like to go back to his paperwork now please.

Except he's stuck babysitting a bunch of traumatized dumbasses as they stumble into dealing with the most recent bad idea of his three fuck-up disappointments. So he brings them back when they die for a pittance, lets them pay for some vengeful ghosts to come back as flesh and blood to wreak bloody vengeance on the Absolute, and starts to... comment, on what's going on, as he follows them on their adventure.

Next thing you know Withers is like, doing things unprompted. He refuses to bring back Alfira (or Quil) but that's an act of compassion, keeping the poor girl from the Urge and letting her rest, his actual duty as a god of death. He tells Arabella to follow her destiny and does that thing to make her grief go away which honestly freaks me out but seems to be him trying to help her. He shows up at Moonrise and prompts us to consider why the Dead Three would want a bunch of soulless illithids that would give them no power, getting us to think of the big picture.

And by the end (especially if you do a resist!Durge playthrough) Withers is actively interfering and seems genuinely invested! He brings Durge back from the dead, free of their father! He encourages us before the final fight with the Netherbrain! He's real fucking smug that the Dead Three lost when he never seemed to care about the destruction they caused before! He throws a reunion party and many of his lines are genuinely touching or kind! Especially if a companion died permanently! He has tea with Gale's mom and Tara! He's like, socializing and shit! Yes, everything is temporary and we all die, but there's great beauty in fighting for that precious time and living it to the fullest!

Basically Wither's character arc is this meme, all because Helm made him go outside and touch grass.