#from me and the finch fam

[rebouks]

🎄 Happy Holidays! 🎄

[gelastocoridae]

*SIGHHHH* I should have known better than to give my finches a nest to play with, unsupervised.

So

I put my finch Parsley in my smaller cage because he was still recovering from his cat attack, needed to regain stamina n strength before going back to aviary.

And because he needed company I put his ornery brother Foxglove in there with him to return the favor from when he had sprained his leg and needed a recovery space.

And I added their auntie (adoptive) Lupine because she was getting her tail feathers plucked bloody and naked so her bullies (I still cannot figure out WHO because Parsley and a random three of his sisters also have plucked butts) had just started plucking her chest as well.

And because an odd bird out would just continue to be bullied, I added one tail-less sister, Snapdragon, because she's the smartest and least likely to get stressed by me constantly checking on Parsley and Lupine's injuries.

And I gave them a nest and hay to have a constructive activity without too much crowding, so they wouldn't get bored and their tails could grow back.

And this was fine. The kids know they're too closely related to breed and Lupine always rejected their dad and wasn't interested in the boys whatsoever. Their tails have grown back, Parsley is fully recovered, and they were so happily snuggling up in their nest at bedtime. I was planning to return them to aviary this week, maybe swap out some tail-less kids to pinpoint the bully.

IT WAS FINE.

EXCEPT SOMEONE DECIDED THEY MIGHT LAY EGGS ANYWAYS AND NOT TELL ME ABOUT IT

HOW DO I FIND OUT??

I come home after a weekend away and a full day of work, and SNAPDRAGON, my brilliant child, randomly SHRIEKS AND CHASES THE OTHERS AWAY FROM THE NEST LIKE A BAT OUTTA HELL. I grab her to see what's wrong - is she hurt or does she need time out?? NO!!

THERE ARE FIVE EGGS IN THE NEST SHE IS GUARDING. FIVE. THEY ONLY LAY ONE PER DAY. THEY HAVE ALL BEEN HIDING EGGS FROM ME FOR AT LEAST FIVE DAYS.

Ok, ok, I say. This is fine. Maybe Snap (and/or Lupine) decided the nest was too good to waste and she really wanted to Brood™ so she laid some eggs on her own. There's no way they're fertilized. They can sit on them until they're bored so they don't lay more. It'll be fine.

EXCEPT IT WONT.

SINCE THERE ARE SO MANY I DECIDE TO CANDLE THE EGGS TO BE SURE THEYRE EMPTY, AND WHAT DO I FIND OUT???

THEY ARE NOT EMPTY!! One has died early but THREE ARE STILL DEVELOPING! AND THAT'S NOT ALL FOLKS!!

NOT ONLY ARE THEY FERTILE, THEY ARE PACKED FULL!! THE FIRST COULD LITERALLY HATCH AT ANY TIME NOW!!!

I LOOK AT MY BIRDS, CAREFULLY CHOSEN. SOMEONE GOT NASTY AND ALL OF THEM HID THE EVIDENCE FOR AT LEAST 13 DAYS. IT ISN'T SNAP BECAUSE HER BROTHERS DISGUST HER. IT ISN'T PARSLEY BECAUSE HE ONLY SINGS TO GET MY ATTENTION.

SO

THE BOY WHO NEVER SHUTS UP, THE ONE WITH THE VOICE CRACK, FOXGLOVE, SHOOK HIS ASS AT LUPINE AND SHE SAID YES??? TO THE ONE BOY WHO LOOKS LIKE HIS DAD FROM WHOM SHE RUNS??? FOR FIVE EGGS?????

AND SNAP IS GETTING POSSESSIVE OVER THEM??????? WHAT DOES SHE KNOW THAT I DONT?!

Lord help me, 4 birds was fine to begin with and then they had 7 babies, and then 11 birds was enough... I can't just toss these eggs, now. What am I gonna do with 14 birds ;;

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

me when I’m the prettiest and best BRIDGERTON yup

wait wait wait I kept replaying them hugs that I didn’t even know there was more was about to click exit from Netflix OMG the families MY family all happy with their and Colin joking with Philippa my mothers being close and Gregory with Mr finch Mr Dankwroth + Benedict is there and they are at my MOTHER lady featherington home look at hyacinth ben Greg are at pen home can one d*e of complete overwhelming excitement and joy I’ve never felt this kinda joy because why are they all so pretty and amazing and just perfect and happy if I d*e know it’s bc of last 20m! The most beautiful ending!

Yours who? Yours what? I’m actually gonna end it all right here and now! #BRIDGERTON  Penelope who? PENELOPE WHAT? LW WHO? K1LL ME PLEASE 🙏🏾

forget my fam they are my family my 4 girls happily married with kind husband who adore/love them and my mother Portia being secure seeing her girls loved and happy you see she’s beaming with love and joy it’s what they deserved more then anything/anyone what I deserved for my actual family who raised me with love

[number-0-iz]

Live thoughts of Bridgerton

Season 3, episode 1

Colin getting dressed in the carriage lmao

He is definitely better looking but I still don't think he's all that hot. Sorry not sorry. Maybe I'll change my mind.

Ah yes big ass feathers

SIGN LANGUAGE CHARACTER YES.

I love that. I don't speak ASL (also mainly cause English isn't my first language) but it is so cool.

The queen be bored lmao.

Charlotte as fierce as ever.

SINCE WHEN IS ELOISE INVOLVED WITH SEASONAL STYLES?

Me the whole time Fran was walking: don't fall don't fall don't fall

WHAT'S WRONG

Player Colin is...a little weird lma

ANOTHER ONE OF PEN'S SISTER FOUND A HUSBAND OH I'M SO HAPPY FOR HER.

NOW IT'S PEN'S TURN!

Oh shit the sister doesn't seem to like him 😭

Rip aunt Petunia, she seemed cool.

Oh u feel like the truth from last season will come out about the Featheringtons.

ELOISE SEEING PEN ELOISE SEEING PEN

Ugh friendship with Cressida? Eloise?

This is probably why she suddenly keeps up with seasonal styles?

God I hope they didn't change her too much or that she didn't lose herself.

I am not even 15 minutes in.

At least Violet seems to know something is up with Eloise.

"Tender young ladies." 😭

Damn all of the flirting jesus

CRESSIDA'S MOTHER IS SUCH A BITCH

Damn Portia has it all planned out huh

PEN AND COLIN MEET UP OOP

OOH HOW SHARP

I too would take a deep breath like that if I had to share a carriage with Portia

I AM A SUCKER FOR BOWS

"NO! Outside. Where our mother can't see." He says with a grin.

Lmao I love this man.

ELOISE IS READING EMMA

Please don't tell me Eloise has given up on being keen to learn and intellectual and a feminist

Because if she has, I will throw my phone at the wall.

"I lost the battle and I have no appetite for the war. I've joined the winning side."

So you mean to tell me that you have truly given up on your principles Eloise?

I wish Eloise would listen to Pen and they would be friends again.

"She was a very cold lady."

"She is colder now, I'm afraid."

AYE YO WHAT THE FUCK 😭

That was so savage.

Please let Mondrich and his family get a lot of cash as an inheritance.

A TITLE GOR MONDRICH'S SON?!

THIS IS EVEN BETTER 😭

They deserve it

NEWTON COCKBLOCKING KANTHONY LMAO

Aww their hands.

Ah another fantastic ball of Lady Danbury.

Oh Kate looks beautiful!!

PRETTY PEN IN A PRETTY DRESS

Aww Mr. Finch is so proud of his sister in law. Greenest flag.

UGH NOT A CONTESSA

I got distracted by Instagram reels when I went to look for the playlist of classical music covers used in the new season.

OH PEN US SO AWKWARD MY SWEETIE

Oh awkward Eloise

Ugh rude men

KANTHONY DANCE

PEN AND FRAN FRIENDSHIP

Oh Debling seems interesting.

NOT CRESSIDA STANDING ON PEN'S PRETTY DRESS! WHAT A BITCH.

And Eloise tried to apologise and Pen ran away 😭

OH THE SCENE FROM THE PREVIEW

"I overheard you." OOOOH

OH MIGHT THE FEATHERINGTONS LOSE EVERYTHING.

Cressida is a bitch. Eloise should not approve and be angry.

Oh sensitive Cressida? Damn.

How did I only now notice that Kate is left handed lol

COLIN VISITS

"BUT FRIENDS DON'T LOOK AT EACH ITHER THE WAY YOU DO."

Oh no not Penelope's scathing Whistledown letter

This'll be bad

GO MONDRICH FAM

Footman: Lord Kent. *proceeds to bow* welcome to your new home.

The kid: aye yo what the fuck

"I will never forgive her." Oh Colin if only you knew.

Well that was quite something! I really liked this episode if I am being honest! God I already wanna turn back to my season 2 Bridgerton AU with my OC that I made a few years ago but never posted. Am I going to watch episode 2 rn? Yes because I cannot wait. Will I leave yet another long reaction list like this one? Probably not cause I want to get a handle on my phone usage. But maybe another time! Until then!

[fandomwe1rd0]

Morty Smith's birthday!

Some angst but this is mostly fluff!

Morty got up with a yawn, rubbing the sleepy from his eyes. He blinked as he looked at his phone, oh! It was September 19th, it's his birthday. He shrugged, eh, once you had hundreds of adventures around the multiverse, stuff like your birthday didn't really excite you anymore, besides he is 14- well, 15 now, he was getting too old to be excited for his birthday. He got up on his bed and walked out to the living room, Beth was walking out and blinked when she saw Morty "Oh, happy birthday Morty!" Morty flinched, someone remembered his birthday? "Oh, uh thanks-" "You can stay home from school if you wanna, it's your birthday after all." Morty blinked and said "Uhhh ok...thanks Mom." Beth smiled, "You're welcome." 

"You don't deserve it you little brat." Morty's inner voice insulted. Morty plopped down on the couch, clutching the cushions. 

Summer groaned "Why doesn't Morty have to go to school?" Beth sighed "It's his birthday." Summer blinked, her face an expression of "Oh shit." then nodded virgously "Y-yeah! I knew that!" She walked over to Morty "Happy birthday lil bro!" Morty looked down, he never even got this much attention on a normal day "O-oh uh tha-" She threw a hand around Morty's shoulder, pulled him closer to her, and began making a TikTok "Hey fam! It's my brother's birthday! Everyone tell him happy birthday in the comments!" Then she started posting it, with a smile on her face. "Thanks Summer..." Summer patted his head "Don't mention it." Morty averted his gaze

"You should be ashamed, so fucking ungrateful." Morty felt tears sting his eyes, his hand shaking slightly as he turned on the TV. Hanging his head low.

Then Jerry woke up "Good morning family!"  Beth sighed "Morning Jerry. Can you help me get Summer ready?" Jerry cleared his throat "Uhhh...I'm busy, besides shouldn't Morty be getting ready?"  Beth narrowed her eyes "You have to be kidding." Jerry tilted his head "What?" Beth pinched her nose and mumbled something Morty couldn't hear "It's his birthday." Jerry gasped slightly then nodded "I-I knew that!" He ruffled Morty's hair a bit too fast "Happy birthday son!"

"Of course he forgot your birthday, you're nothing to him."

Morty sniffled "Thanks..." Jerry smiled "No problem son!"

Morty sighed and sunk into the couch, deciding to catch up on some sleep. Eventually he felt a weight shift on the couch and gave a sideways glance to Morty "Happy Birthday." Rick grumbled out. Morty finched "Rick...you remembered?" Rick quickly looked at Morty, then averted his gaze "No. Someone told me." Morty looked down and frowned "O-oh..."

"Why did you think anyone would remember? Of course they wouldn't." Rick then threw something at Morty "W-what" "Try looking at it." Morty looked down, it was a light saber! Morty's eyes lit up "Woah...you got me it!? You always said I was too immature for it." Rick scoffed "I was cleaning out my garage and found it. I remember how fucking excited you are for light sabers so I decided to give it to you. You're welcome." Morty smiled and hugged Rick "Thanks Rick!" Rick stiffed then looked at Morty "Yeah, whatever." Even so, he still wrapped an arm around Morty and patted his back. After a few minutes, Rick sighed "Ok, anytime now kid." Morty reluctently retracted from the hug with an awkward laugh

"God you're so pathetic."

Morty gulped and quickly talked, attempting the hide the shakiness in his voice "Sorry, but really thanks! I love it grandpa Rick!" Rick flinched "Uh..." He coughed "Whatever."

He then threw Morty the remote "Just choose something good." Morty tilted his head "Huh? But you always choose!" Rick threw his head back "I'm letting you pick, you gonna complain?" Morty shook his head as he began flipping threw channels, then he smelled something, it was the sweet smell of chocolate, "Huh...what's the smell?" 

It was coming from the kitchen, he walked over and saw Jerry in oven mits and an apron "Oh hi son!" Morty blinked "What are you doing, Dad?" Jerry smiled "Isn't it obvious? I'm making a cake for you of course!" Morty tilted his head "But..." "Don't tell me you thought we'd do nothing!" Morty looked down, rubbing his arm. Jerry beamed "It's almost done, all I have to do is finish cooking it then wait for it to cool, and put some yellow frosting on it!" Morty let out an awkward smile "Oh..thanks!" Jerry grinned "Don't mention it son! Now, if you don't mind.." Jerry made a shooing motion with his hand "There's a few too much cooks in the kitchen." 

"Jeez, even your dad wants you gone."

Morty forced down the lump in his throat as he nodded and left.

Morty sat on the couch next to Rick and sighed. "Dad's making a cake..." Rick suddenly jolted up "I have to do something." Morty's head whipped around to Rick walking away, but then he shrugged and began watching interdimensional cable. Beth walked over to Morty "Hi Morty!" Morty smiled "Hey mom...you know you're the only one that remembered my birthday..." Beth gave her head a tilt "Dad remembered as well?" Morty's mouth opened softly "What?" "Yeah! It took him hours to get that lightsaber..." Morty let out a soft smile "He...did...?"

"No he didn't, she's just lying to make you feel better."

Morty frowned then timidly looked at Beth "You..you aren't just saying that to make me feel better...are you?" Beth shook her head and Morty let out a happy huff "Thanks..." Beth let out a smile "Don't mention it." Then she got 20 dollars from her wallet and handed it to Morty. "Here." Morty hesistantly reached for it "Are...are you sure?" Beth rolled her eyes fondly "Just take it." Morty took it "Thanks Mom..." Beth grinned "You're welcome" then she got a bottle of wine and walked away.

Morty smiled as he put it in his pocket. Then Summer got home and ran to hug Morty "Bro! Our TikTok got tons of views!" She sat next to Morty and showed him the phone "Look! So many people are wishing you happy birthday! Even some cute girls!" Summer teased, poking him with her elbow and Morty laughed "Really...?" Summer nodded and Morty blushed slighty as he awkwardly shifted in his seat, Summer smiled, ruffled his hair and started walking away, texting on her phone.

"All of those girls are probably catfishes. Don't start getting smug."

Morty groaned, covering up his face, now red with shame. And leaned back in the couch.

Jerry happily chirped "The cake is ready! Everyone in the dining room!" Everyone went in the dining room, but Rick was already there, his hands in his pockets, the dining room decorated, a holographic "Happy birthday Morty!" in yellow letter and a glowing banner. Morty's eyes sparkled "Woah Rick...did you do this...?" Rick shrugged "Jerry wouldn't leave me alone until I did it!" Jerry furrowed his brows "Hey! That's not true! You helped by yoursel-" Then Rick roughly elbowed Jerry in the ribs and growled out a low "Shut up." Then turned his attention back to Morty "We gonna light the candles or not?" Jerry sat Morty down and happily took a picture. Then turned off the light and lit the candles, and they all (except for Rick) started singing "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Morty! Happy birthday to you!" Morty shifted in his seat, smiling despite not being totally sure what to do with himself during the song. Jerry smiled "What are waiting for? Make a wish!" Morty shrugged and blew out the candles, not really making a wish. He knew magic wasn't real. 

Everyone took a piece and eventually Morty rubbed his eyes and yawned "Mmm...I'm tired" Rick sighed and picked Morty up, hauling him over his shoulder "Oh you don't have to-" "Shut up." Morty stayed quiet while Rick took him back to Morty's bedroom, laying him in the bed, tucking him in. Morty basically knocked out as soon as he was tucked in, Rick looked at Morty and kissed his forehead

"Happy birthday, kid."

[grey-gazania-fic]

Trick or treat! 🎃 — @emyn-arnens

@emyn-arnens || ask box trick or treat

Here's a snippet from that kidnap fam outsider POV ficlet that I'm still chipping away at:

As Ada had said, I met the boys the next morning. As was usual, I was watching over Nelmir and Arthoron, who up until now had been the only other child at Amon Ereb besides my brother and me. Lord Maglor brought Elwing’s sons to me, telling me to keep an eye on them, and I introduced my brother and his friend to the newcomers.

“Nelmir,” I said, once Lord Maglor had left the room. “Arthoron. Lord Maglor has brought you two new friends. This is Elrond and his brother Elros. They’ll be living here at Amon Ereb with us now.” I was, of course, careful not to bring up any of the details my father had confided in me. Elwing’s sons surely needed no explanation of their current situation, and it was the sort of thing Nelmir and Arthoron didn’t need to know.

I had to confess, if only to myself, that I was only able to tell Elrond from Elros due to the differing color of their tunics. They were uncannily alike in face, even more so than Lords Amrod and Amras had been. They seemed to be alike in voice, too, though that was harder to say for certain, as neither of them talked all that much; at first they did little but frown, one expression spread across two identical faces. My brother didn’t seem to mind; he filled the silence with his usual nonstop chatter, something Arthoron at least was used to. Little finch, Nana often called Nelmir, for he was forever chirping away like an excited bird.

[bacchicly]

Alrighty - today's list is all about setting up for a successful "return to work" and setting up a successful morning routine. Note - this is the fourth or fifth attempt in the last few years to set up or rijig a morning routine that sets me up for success so I will be building on lessons learned and challenges.

Will start by doing a bit of journaling to identify some of the challenges I have been having - from there I will be putting together my to do list for the rest of the day.

Note: Tags for these types of posts seem to have settled to at least "Bacchic dances" and "list day". Other tags come and go.

Ok so I have started officially with a year of the Inflow app. Is it perfect? No - but it has a lot of things I do like about it. And if nothing else my approach of doing a better job of including my family more in the process has been very positive.

I wish there was one app that would combine everything I want... But that seems unlikely so far so part of today is to do an assessment of what I need and don't need.

So the last module was on morning routines which I admit I sort of rushed through as you are supposed to pace yourself at a lesson a day...but the good news is the next module also starts with morning routine as a central focus...so that is good and will now be my focus for this week.

Alright so random brainstorm on things that have helped to some degree:

Tumblr lists/journaling used on an "as and when" basis

Using timers for firm timelines

Using audio books on a timer as a way to keep me present / not using my phone for other crap to keep me time aware and more or less on task.

Pairing habits / tasks

External accountability

Options / flexibility

Prepping in advance

Making tasks more pleasant

Things that have been issues:

Being too rigid

Being too lax

"Dropped the toothbrush" syndrome (i.e. a change to the set up changes or something stops being usable and needs to be replaced...transitions are huge.danger zones for me)

Lack of clarity or setting boundaries

Going in alone and being afraid of imposing

Under-estimating: how long something will take, how much energy/focus it will need, how easy it should/could be, how much help I can or can't expect, potential of being interrupted, my ability to prioritise without writing it down, how bad my symptoms can be, the impact of my symptoms on myself and others, what might trigger anxiety, the positive impact of self talk

To do list:

Watch a craft video with my kid. No multi-tasking. And just one.

Take 1 hour and decide on a evening/morning routine for this week - building on the learnings above above. I am tempted to look for an app or restart with Finch but NO. I am going to use GOOGLE DOCS and "just" type up something to print up and post in the bathrooms and kitchen. I will also add as a pinned post here.

Wash stupid fridge drawer

Wash dishes

Help kid get tangles out of hair

Wash & dry & pa clothing x2...this will leave me with on load to pa tomorrow as there.is currently stuff in the dryer.

Husband Hockey

Do evening routine.

Resist creating a giant to do list of everything I would like to accomplish. Resist looking up new apps. Resist chasing thought like "I should listen to the curate my closet app again". Resist resist resist.

Update:

In kitchen - have 45 min to putter in here so:

Empty sink 1 & add h2o + soap

Pa laundry

Move laundry to Dryer and start - remember to clean lint

Empty sink 2 & add h20

Pa last of clean dishes - I did most this morning

Add new load to wash

Wash dishes

Run bath for kid.

Post dinner - pre-hockey list (I am flagging)

Help kid with work book (I mostly just have to sit beside them)

Check that clothing is dry - if yes -Pa laundry - if no - turn on for another spin

Decide if I am up to watching hockey or not (I have a cold) my fam bossed me into staying home - good call family

Pa laundry

Go to washroom

Drive to hockey

Flip laundry

Review workbook pages done with kid

Bedtime

Do some more thinking about morning/evening routine.

[willowistic22]

Famous!newsies

Ok so here are my famous!newsies headcanons from an a modern au i thought of if newsies were celebrities/famous yknow bcs I couldn’t get this idea out of my head and idk what to do with it other than making a headcanon list nabsnzbsvsnsbz anyways hope yall validate me after not posting any original content for like…. awhile now hehe

btw it got longer than expected. And I mean r e a l l y long. So if yall wanna read this better sit down and buckle up! 

Jack

He’s an artist on youtube

Like a modern day bob ross ig??

If yall know zhc on youtube just imagine that but not so rich (I don’t watch zhc btw but i do know that he does custom art on iphones and stuff and that is definitely not jack kelly)

Anyways Jack simply goes by Jack Kelly.

So jack does art challenges. Like does the weirdest requests from his fans left in his comment section and stuff

Or maybe challenging himself to make art from a specific theme or a specific media

Sometimes he vlogs too but his art videos are what his fans like the most

His merch is amazing because he designed the pattern/drawing/whatever yknow. It’s printed/sewed/whatever on the clothing and it’s good quality. It’s pretty lowkey for a youtuber’s merch bcs jack doesn’t like those merch that just smacks his logo on a hoodie

Davey

He’s a fantasy, YA, romance writer (he mixes it wisely ok?)

And goes by David Jacobs

Listen he’s a hopeless romantic and i’m pretty sure yall agree too

He wanted to stick to YA romance. The classic high school lovers yknow

But he wanted to challenge himself since he’s been writing about high school lovers since he was in high school

Thus the fantasy genre came in mind

So yeah he likes creating love in his own universe

Whether it’d be different worlds, universe, species, time periods, whatever.

He wanted to direct the movies based on his books, but he’s actually lowkey terrible at leading on his own. But he did stick to being the script writer and co-director (look idk how it works in the film industry i’m just making shit up)

Crutchie

He’s a solo jazz singer

Crutchie gives off Michael Buble and Jason Mraz vibes tho

And maybe a bit of frank sinatra? Yknow ‘cause he sings jazz

Also he riffs thank you very much :)

He goes by Crutchie Morris to everyone

He usually plays the acoustic guitar or piano on stage

Ok but he’s like really good with the piano

Makes the best jokes on stage too. Some are just sarcastic comments.

Crutchie asking through the microphone : “Oh, straight?”

A fan he’s talking to from the crowd : “Uhh… no, gay”

Crutchie : “no not you, the vodka”

Everyone at the concert : *laughs*

Crutchie, jokingly : “Oh, you’re drinking vodka! Straight? No gay”

(yes that was indeed inspired by that one video of Harry Styles and a fan in one of his concerts yall can’t stop me)

Kathrine

She’s a crime mystery writer

Think like the modern day Agatha Christie

Okok but she goes by Kathrine Plumber on her books :D

She chooses that genre bcs she’s a huge fan of Agatha Christie

Her favorite book from Agatha is Murder on the Orient Express

Oh and her books are sometime very gruesome alkjsfhakjsfb

Nobody check her browsing history, she’ll look like a murderer

Ok but I feel like she also has a youtube channel about books and stuff and sometimes like to vlog

She also has a writing tips series on her channel where she shares tips on some of the frequently asked questions about writing or her fans leave a specific question in the comment section and thought she could expand more to it in a full length video

Also she likes to vlog while she’s in a book convention

Her books are also turned into movies and she has done a great job directing it

Race

Yall would be lying to me if you don’t think this kid would end up being a twitch streamer and youtuber (like vlogging yknow. I feel like his gaming stuff would strictly be on twitch)

And ik it’s widely agreed by everyone in the fandom that he’s a dancer of some sort so yeah he’s also simultaneously a dancer

I don’t think I need to explain any further bcs it’s just so in character

He goes by Racetrack Higgins

Ok so he likes to vlog on his youtube channel

Sometimes does stupid challenges

Maybe he’d drag Albert to do a challenge which he always says no

“I’ll just be your cameraman dude, dw”

Race : *angery*

Since Al and Smalls are the skateboard peeps™ race is the rollerblade dude™ bcs I say so

He has three cats named Racecat Higgins, Spot Clawlon, and Romeow (i’ve mentioned it before and I will mention it again hehe) and his fans loves them endlessly

Albert

You don’t think this kid would also end up being a twitch streamer and youtuber like his bestie up there?? Lmao you thought wrong (again, gaming is strictly on his twitch)

He just goes by Albert DaSilva on the internet

And yes he’s also a dancer because I say so

On his Youtube channel he also vlogs

Half of his vlogs starts with him riding his skateboard

“Hey, guys! Welcome back to another vlog-” *falls off his skateboard for not paying attention to a curb*

It happens way more often than he’d like to admit let’s be real. His fans make a compilation of it and memes on reddit

Always wear a snapback

Snapbacks are an important element to him so his merch store is really boosting his snapbacks

And just for the wormsie discord server he has one with the word ranga on it after it being born from a stupid inside joke he, race, and both of their fanbases combined share (@ my wormsie fam thank me later)

Oh yeah, his youtube besties are Race and Smalls just so we’re clear here :) (I’ll get to Smalls in a bit)

So I always headcanon Albert having two big dobermans. So his fans always want to see a doggy update because Zara and Zoey are everything to them.

Doggo vlogs are fun. It’s usually Albert taking the two good girls to Central Park for playtime or teaching them new tricks

Spot

He’s a solo rock singer

Is an amazing singer like wow none of the newsies expected him to have that sort of pipes to reach high notes

And he does it amazingly with no sweat

Also his instrument is the electric guitar to go with his amazing singing ajsfhasjfhajhf

Anyways he goes by Spot Conlon still

And his songs are very lyrical. Like very.

A lot of metaphors. No one knows what most of his songs means.

So basically Taylor Swift songs if it switched genres to rock. And not even like songs from speak now or red. But like if evermore and folklore songs were to turn into rock songs with a little bit of reputation vibes sprinkled on top. And his concerts has the reputation era vibes but make it spot conlon (hey non swiftie fans reading this i’m so sorry i’m pretty sure yall don’t understand wtf i’m talking abt)

That is also the only way i know to describe his vibe i’m sorry but i don’t really listen to a lot of rock alkjhfasjk

Anyways it’s a known fact that he wears tank tops daily that it becomes his signature look. And also an inside joke among his fanbase

Now just picture the merch booth from one of his shows and there’s like endless tank top designs for his fans to pick and choose

He’s also crowned to be the King of Brooklyn bcs of obvious reasons

But the joke is he’s a pretty tough hardcore guy that’s a cat person

Sarah

She’s a badass female solo singer

Mostly does pop but the badass type of pop

Yes, she does go by Sarah Jacobs

Fans were really surprised Davey and Sarah are related

Because one is a hopeless romantic while the other is a total badass

Anyways she gives off Little mix, Ariana Grande, Taylor Swift, and Selena Gomez vibes

That is literally the only way I can describe it

She’s very lyrical, with a lot of metaphors

When she dances on stage, she d a n c e s

All while holding a mic to sing. And she hits all those high notes like it’s no ones business (a literal queen i tell you)

She and Spot are besties and has been known to have done a few collabs together

Their fans were hesitant about their collabs since their genre is pretty different from the other but they make it work and it slAPS

And among all her boppy songs with full choreography and backup singers, she always have a few songs she sings while only being accompanied by piano or guitar (Either electric or acoustic) which she plays on her own

Finch

He’s an indie pop artist with his trusted acoustic guitar by his side

Just think of music by Wallows and Lewis Capaldi were to be blended in together and Conan Gray for the cherry on top

But it has a little bit of Ed sheeran, Lorde, and Lauv vibes to it too

His concerts are simple but his songs are mostly very boppy so his fans still have fun either way

And it’s usually in small venues but there are times where he had a concert in a huge stadium

He goes by FINCH (yeah all caps btw)

Finches are a very on brand thing for him obviously

Has been known to collab with Crutchie and they actually make a very good team

Somehow was able to combined both genres to produce a few boppy songs

Ok ok but Finch and Crutchie have made a collaborative album (and maybe they went on tour????)

Specs 

He’s a history fiction writer

Yes this is inspired by the fact that he’s 100% a history nerd (no one change my mind i love this headcanon aight)

And he explores a lot of different histories from different parts of the world

He actually helps a lot of students understand history even further for school through his novels

Anyways he goes by Specs because I say so

No one knows why that’s his pseudonym and Specs isn’t interested in explaining either. No one other than the newsies need to know it was born from a stupid nickname the newsies gave him :)

His research mostly comes from history books because of his genre which wouldn’t be a problem since he has loads and will voluntarily buy more if needed

Also yeah he makes a great director for the movies taken from his books

Mush

He’s a chef on youtube

Goes by Mush Meyers

So think if Gordon Ramsey and his youtube channel but make it mush

Yeah that’s it really

Ok but Mush is a jolly and friendly person

Other than just food vlogging he does cooking challenges and cooking tips too

Sometimes he does the cooking challenges with a friend (mostly henry but i’ll get to him later on in the list)

But he also vlogs his life

Which isn’t really often but he likes to sometimes

He’s that big of a foodie he has a food blog too

And also a seafood restaurant so that’s cool :D

Henry

Like Mush, he’s a chef on youtube

Goes by Henry on the internet and in general

Ajkfhajfjska I’m thinking about how ppl would address him as Chef Henry kajhfkjlashfjklasfjklsf

He mostly does the same thing like Mush actually

Food vlogging and cooking challenges (they do it together so) sometimes cooking tips

But Henry vlogs his life a lot

And instead of a food instagram he has a food blog

He has a sandwich restaurant

Yeah it is inspired by his pastrami on rye with a sour pickle line from KONY get mad about it why don’t ya (well if i’m not mistaken henry was the one that said it but idk i have horrible memory) 

Blink

He’s a youtuber

Ok so I have a specific headcanon that Blink majored in psychology but didn’t end up being a psychologist

So instead he becomes a psychologist on youtube

Who often vlogs jhgasjlfhs

The guy looks like he could cut you but his sense of humor once you get him talking is just *chef’s kiss* amazing

Which is why he also has a podcast because he’s also secretly great at talking

He just thinks mental health is very important, okay?

Romeo

He’s an actor

Mostly on Broadway but has worked with Hollywood before

He’s usually a supporting character but has been known to understudy for main characters

Ok ik these bullet points are getting shorter and shorter but these are mostly bcs some of these stuff are pretty self explanatory since it’s very in character

Like are you telling me a kid named Romeo isn’t gonna be in some way very dramatic and end up turning that personality trait into his career?? Plus he’s very good at that?

Yeah you’re lying to me

Also he’s a pretty frequent vlogger on youtube

Look he’s a fun guy, what did you expect?

Just goes by Romeo on youtube

Elmer

He’s an actor

Has done his fair share in Broadway and Hollywood but started in Broadway

He can dance but thinks he’s pretty average in it yknow

Which his fans has no idea what he’s talking about because on stage he can do flips and turns like it’s no ones business yknow

But he can sing really good and takes pride in it

Elmer would play characters that is really far off from his own personality that fans couldn’t believe that Elmer played that character

He has done his fair share in main characters and supporting characters on Broadway

In Hollywood he usually does indie and rom-com movies

Buttons

He’s a fashion youtuber and basically an influencer 

Let’s be real this boy is a fashion icon

He’s not really a model but more like a fashion influencer and also kind of a fashion designer

His clothing line is very *chefs kiss* amazing

He designed it all and sometimes likes to design for his friends as well

He also does fashion tips on his youtube channel

His instagram game is god tier level (along with Tommy Boy and Sniper I’ll get to them in a bit) 

But yeah he also vlogs

And goes by Buttons Davenport

Jojo

He’s an actor

Mostly on Broadway but has done a few movies in Hollywood

He radiates main character energy and he does become the main character most of the time (on hollywood at least)

On Broadway he mostly enjoys being apart of the ensemble because this boy loves dancing

But he does play a few supporting characters

He has released one or two albums too because his singing is top tier

But isn’t interested in doing a lot of live concerts with his albums

Since no one has the time to say Josephino Jorgelino De La Guerra he turned it into Jojo De La Guerra (so much for ‘a special nickname only for friends and family’)

Mike and Ike

They’re a pop boy band and bcs of my lack of creativity it’s called Mike and Ike

At the start of their career :

“My name goes first because I’m older than you!” - Mike

“You’re only older than me by 13 minutes, holy shit!” - Ike

But Ike slowly accepts the fact that it’ll be like this yknow

Anyways they’re pretty great singers

They have one direction and new hope club vibes

Tho unlike one direction they can dance (i love the boys alright but i really think it’s funny that they can’t dancelkhjjlh)

They like to switch from the guitar (electric and/or acoustic) to the piano

The amount of times their name is confused by the candy is too many 

But they like it like that lol

Anyways i’ve mentioned a headcanon where Mike has tattoos (not like from head to toe but it’s fairly noticeable to everyone) and Ike has piercings

So the only way their fans tell them apart is by that

But there are times where Mike has his tattoos covered or Ike took his piercings off in public alone. A fan mistakens them for the other twin but they still respond to the other name because they don’t feel like there’s a need to correct them since they’re mostly known by Mike and Ike anyways. When the fan posts it on instagram and tags the twin they thought it was the twin that was tagged would comment “wrong twin but nice pic you two”

Happens wayyyyy too many times. Their fans are officially scared to approach one of the two in public alone without their differentiating indicators on which is which

And yes it is widely known that they argue a lot when it comes to writing songs

Nothing out of the ordinary sibling squabble yknow but it’s a lot

But they do end up finding a solution to the topic of their argument and make a good team at the end of the day

Hotshot

He’s an actor

On Broadway, he’s one of those actor’s that is mostly good in just the acting and singing

He can’t dance to save his life sjdfghaf

So Jeremy Jordan yknow asj;oghajshf

No not really. He can dance a little bit

So he’s mostly the main character

But he’s widely known for his works in Hollywood

He does a lot of drama. Think stuff like Elite and Designated Survivor. Yeah those kinds of heavy drama (well idk i think those two are pretty heavy)

He wants to release his own music because he’s a pretty good singer but he can’t write songs to save his life either jgnjafjasf

And all the demo songs he was suggested by producers isn’t his cup of tea

So he’s no singer ladies and gents ://

The name Hotshot is used to name his social media platforms. He always adds a description in his bio’s that Hotshot is a nickname his friends and family use so his fans and the media refer to him with his name

I headcanon Hotshot’s real name is Tyler or some sort. No don’t ask me what’s his last name is because idk either lol

Sniper

She’s a model, beauty and fashion youtuber (I’m pretty sure those are two different things tho idk i don’t watch youtube religiously anymore), and just an influencer in general

Instagram game on p o i n t

I know most beauty youtubers go by their names but uhh… i don’t think i’ve ever thought of a first name for Sniper but I really think she really would just go by Sniper Wah on the internet (Idk she seems like an Ashley in my head but feel free to recommend headcanon names to me)

Anyways she’s very fashionable

Tommy Boy (i’ll get to him just wait aight?) and Buttons are her fashion besties

The three of them pretty much appear in each other’s Youtube video not Tommy’s tho bcs he doesn’t have one lol

Sniper’s brand are huge sun hats

I have no idea how or why but that girl has sun hats vibes I can’t explain any further I’m sorry

Doesn’t have a clothing line but does have a make up brand of her own. She calls it Sniper. Yeah that’s it akjfhjf

Smalls

She’s a twitch streamer and youtuber like race and albert

They’re a youtube trio everyone loves it

And yes she does go by Smalls

Oh and she also dances like her two stupid besties thanks for asking

Bubblegum is her brand (idk how to explain she just has the vibe)

She is skateboard chick

I’m imagining a video collab of her and Al on a skatepark doing stupid challenges

It’s her most viewed video

Tommy Boy

Ok ok he’s a model, influencer, and dancer

So think a male version of Gigi Hadid that dances

No he doesn’t have a youtube channel but frequently has made an appearance on Buttons’ and Sniper’s videos

Yes his instagram feed is also very amazing

He goes by Tommy Boy

People genuinely thinking ‘Boy’ is actually his last name and kinda think it’s strange but doesn’t complain

Tommy literally didn’t think people would think it was his last name. But they did anyways

Les

Let’s just get straight to the point : he’s a famous tiktoker 

And yes, ppl are surprised at the fact that him, Davey, and Sarah are related to each other 

To the people that made it through this entire list. Congratulations and thank you for your validation. Have a wonderful evening and stay hydrated 

i will write at least one oneshot out of this au i promise!!

[mandareeboo]

🔥 Ducktales season 3

Send Me a 🔥+ a Topic, and I’ll Tell You My Honest Opinion About It

I’ve got to catch up on the last two episodes one of these days, but I’m enjoying season three a lot! I think Bradford is a really good villain for the McDuck fam to face. I love that the plot of Isabella Finch’s novel lets us explore without a lot of plot constraints. The animation has only gotten smoother and smoother. Louie calling people out and taking names. VIOLET god I love Violet.

It’s a shame this is the last season. I mean, thinking from a logical scale, I’ve been writing drabbles of episodes for this show for, man, three years now. Going on four. I’ve put a LOT of love into these ducks. But I’m glad the showrunners are going out on at a solid note, and I’m excited to see what comes out of the Darkwing Duck reboot!

[onebizarrekai]

Maybe i'm dumb for asking this, but who are Finch, Jasper, and Colton?

fam?? okay the last two I understand but finch is a dreamswap character that’s been around for a while now

finch is a soldier who works at JR, or more notably, is a character who started out as an adaptation of color (you know, the guy from othertale) and, like the creepypasta squad, was totally appropriated and has a unique backstory to the point where he’s pretty much not the same character anymore (that is currently under construction)

jasper is from jmv, not made by me at all, but because of mine and tobin’s lengthy roleplay shenanigan he has interacted with hacker and honesty they’re pretty cute

colton is from hacker’s backstory, and is basically his ex whom hacker got caught up with during some nasty drama with a criminal gang kidnapping whom colton happened to work for and be born into

[retvenkos]

“you’re the brightest thing i see.”

requested

OKAY, FRIENDS, BUCKLE UP BECAUSE WE ARE ABOUT TO FIND OUT WHAT DATING ALBERT DASILVA IN A MODERN, HIGH SCHOOL AU WOULD INCLUDE...

firstly, let me talk about before you actually got together

because oh my god, this boi

so albert is this cool, sarcastic, suave guy, right???

everyone thinks that he would be a total cassanova when it comes to wooing the object of his affections

but ohhhh boy are they wrong

he cannot form coherent sentences around you for like, weeks

���hey, so uhh...”

“yeah... i mean...”

“did you,,, maybe,,, kinda... nevermind.”

“i’m uh,,,, y’know...”

this prompts all of the boys to tease him whenever you are around

and honestly, you thought it was cute

encouraging, even

and when he finally confesses his feelings for you, he just gets himself worked up on a tangent and it just  s p i l l s  out of his mouth 

you’re smiling like an idiot while this happens because you know and you don’t hesitate before you tell him his feelings are 10/10 reciprocated

and yeah, he still gets a little nervous around you, but you are sooooo sweet and supportive that he feels so comfortable around you

that is a true blessing, tbh.

and wHEN Y’ALL HAD YOUR FIRST KISS

okay, so you are definitely hanging out at like, the mall or park or something

it was a weekend and the two of you were just chilling

was it a date? it wasn’t structured, he had just dragged you out of your house because you had been studying all week for a test you were nervous about

well, anyway, the two of you were sitting on a bench, finishing off milkshakes because albert had gotten the two of you lunch at a fast-food place

“you are the best, al. y’know that?”

you finished off your milkshake with a smile and fixed the boy next to you with a look that made his heart beat faster

“yeah, but it’s nice to hear you say it.”

you shove him playfully while he laughs, and when you go to punch him on the arm for some remark he made, he catches your fist

then he smirks and kisses it

and that was it for you

you crash your lips to his and albert is  s h o o k

it’s a short kiss, but when you pull away he puts his hand on your cheek and guides you into another, longer one

okay, but all that aside, you guys are a super cute couple

in his business class, he has to run a school store during lunch and you 10/10 go and buy random stuff just so you can spend time with him

you kiss him over the counter and the people he works with complain that they have to wipe it down afterward

he also sneaks you stuff you don’t pay for, and when you look at him, he just winks.

and, also, albert is on the wrestling team and that somehow makes him really good at giving hugs? 

he just has those strong arms, y’know?

he 10/10 picks you up from behind and spins you around while pressing a kiss to your cheek

he’s blushing like crazy, but you make him soft, y’know?

and he is constantly texting you in class

you scold him over text and he just sends you the emoji that’s winking and has it’s tongue out. 

oh, and you are always stealing his hats

that’s right, fam. albert chronically wears snapbacks

backward

and when you put them on he will give the cutes pout you’ve ever seen

which, of course, you will just have to kiss

the truth is, albert isn’t always the best with words, so he makes up for it in actions

and even though he’s still a blushing mess, he is comfortable around you

he dreams about you

he only tells race this, which, naturally, means the entire group knows

they are always teasing you - asking you about your dreams or if you slept well

albert gives them the worst glares

one time romeo was a bit too on the nose with his teasing and he no longer talks about it

he is a god-fearing man, now

oh, but albert is tired like,,,, 173% of the time

which means if you ever try to cuddle with him or do a study date, he falls asleep

and you think it is the cutest thing

you may or may not have a few pictures of him, fast asleep, his head resting on his textbook

it may or may not be your lock screen to your phone

another random thought - albert is not big on pet names

he tried some out early on, but none of them stuck

he just calls you by the nickname that the rest of the group gave you (jojo or finch probably coined it), but he says it differently

his voice is just always so soft when it says it - like it’s the single most important word in the world

and you melt

you, on the other hand, have a myriad of pet names for him

one for every occasion, pretty much

and you are the only one allowed to call him ‘red’

it’s his favorite name that you have for him, but if anyone else uses it, they are going to lose an arm

in conclusion, albert is the sweetest, softest boy for his love, and y’all better treat him right

AND FLUFF ENSUES.

[pedro-pscal]

tag game ★~(•◡•✿) 50 questions you’ve never been asked before

i was tagged by wonderful lovelies @zeldasayer and @stevieharrrr thanks babes! ❤️❤️

what colour is your hair brush?

blue

are you typically too warm or too cold?

warm

what were you doing 45 minutes ago?

working

what is your favorite candy bar?

snickers or reeses

have you ever been to a professional sports event?

yup! just hockey & baseball tho

what is the last thing you said out loud?

break?

what is your favorite ice cream?

pretty much any of ben & jerry’s non-dairy options since my stomach broken. or moose tracks :^)

what was the last thing you had to drink?

water!

do you like your wallet?

sure? hold my things and does the job.

what was the last thing you ate?

cereal - cinnamon toast crunch if we wanna get specific

did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

Yeh, new high waisted jeans, a zipup and a cardigan

the last sporting event you watched?

live; hockey. tv; superbowl

what is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

i don’t really like popcorn... unless it fresh kettle from the fair.

who is the last person you sent a text message to?

my grams

ever go camping?

as a child

do you go to church every Sunday?

what?

do you have a tan?

supposed to but no

do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

chinese food

do you drink your soda with a straw?

yes

what color socks do you usually wear?

usually prints, mistmatched, ankle or those little footy things for flats.

do you ever drive above the speed limit?

what’s that?

what terrifies you?

elevators. the ocean. dying of an illness (i know). spiders (anything with more than 4 legs tbh)

look to your left, what do you see?

my bed

what chore do you hate?

sweeping

what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

of my old job and how at first i couldn’t understand wtf was being said to me

what’s your favorite soda?

plain ol coke or a sprite from mcdonalds. taco bell’s pepsi hits different too

do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thrus?

drive-thrus

who’s the last person you talked to?

my mutti (mom)

favorite cut of beef?

i don’t eat beef!

last song you listened to?

Tonight (I wish I was You Boy) - the 1975

last book you read?

uhhhh i tried to read the gold finch

favorite day of the week?

saturday

can you say the alphabet backwards?

nope

how do you like your coffee?

blended with enough stuff to not taste the coffee

favorite pair of shoes?

vans or no shoes tbh

the time you normally go to sleep?

between 10pm and 11:30 during work week. sleep is fiction on the weekends

the time you normally get up?

6am.

what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?

sunset. tho i like how quiet the world is at sunrise

how many blankets on your bed?

currently 3

describe your kitchen plates

uh white with red and black swirls

do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?

i don’t drink!

do you play cards?

yeh but mostly with fam

what color is your car?

white

can you change a tire?

heck no

favorite job you’ve ever had?

i’ve only had one other job (hospitality) besides my current one and so far my current one is hella better (finance)

how did you get your biggest scar?

i have (had? one is now covered with a tat plus was hella faded). both from hopping fences, on separate occasions. tore myself right open, probably should have gotten stitches but we were poor lol.

what did you do today that made someone else happy?

no idea! but i can only hope so.

i tag: @scorpionsandhoney @mrpascals @damerondjarin @oharleyquinn @acomplicatedprofession @agentpike @thick-dick-daddy-mando and whoever! sorry if you’ve already been tagged ❤️

[apollo-writes-random-shit]

The Final Heist

Read on AO3

Word Count:  684

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (You’re here fam!)

Part 4

He had learnt that to see past the numerous masks, he had to focus on the body language of every person in the room.

Sean knew this would be hard. Racetrack had lately been adding disguises to his little game and he had to admit, the blond was quite good at hiding who he really was. He had learnt that to see past the numerous masks, he had to focus on the body language of every person in the room.

He knew that Race would do the same. While Sean couldn't disguise any part of him, he knew that Race would watch him and his team. The idea both disturbed him and intrigued him. He was used to being under surveillance for cases. While his main case was that of the Spider and his lackeys, he had been assigned to other cases in between. None of them interested him as much as Synder and Racetrack's case.

A man most likely his age, known for his skill, charm and speed. Someone who knew what he had to do to fill out any order giving to him. Someone who knew exactly how to run circles around anyone tracking him, leaving them confused and frustrated, all while laughing.

Sean clenched his jaw the second he saw two who were clearly brothers...Moronic ones at that judging by the look in their eyes. "Halt!" Without hesitation, all ten men including Sean whipped out their badges. "I suggest you step aside and let us through."

"Is that a threat shorty?" "Idiot. We're meant to respect the guests not insult them." "These fellas don't look like guests. Seriously Oscar. What guests whip out fake police badges?" "I mean, they look real to me." "But the mo-" "Movies lie moron! Same as those costumes ya find in stores! They're all fake!" "Don't have a go at me!" "Shut it, Morris!"

It took everything in Sean not to snap at the arguing brothers and to shove through them just to do his job. He had never felt so thankful for an alarm to go off. Yes, it meant Racetrack had struck yet again but it meant he could finally get to work. With a nod to his men, the ground shoved through the pair of guards, ignoring their cries to stop.

"Jack, Albert. Take left! Finch, Hotshot, Smalls, join them! Graves, Buttons, Elmer, Jojo! You're with me!" Following the simple orders, the group spanned out. They all knew what to do, search the faces of every patron who filled the dining hall which was difficult as some demanded answers as to the sudden appearance of police. Demands to know what the alarm was sounded for. However, there were those who remained in their place, ignoring everything that happened, lost in a world where they were the most important person in the world.

Sean was for once glad for his stature and habit of going to the gym. He certainly didn't mind shoving past the rich. His job was much more important. The main people he dodged were the staff, they, after all, were just there to work and had to deal with the upper class.

Another near miss made him look over his shoulder at the server. The detective took a double-take. It may not be the same appearance that had been present last time, but it was certainly him.

Black hair, smooth face and grey eyes. Fair from the freckled blue-eyed blond he had first encountered. Realizing he had been spotted, the server gave a familiar smirk. Sean wasn't surprised when the shoes his enemy wore changed into rollerskates. However, what did surprise him was the dish off food whipping towards his face.

Quickly snapping out of his distraction, he dodged, racing after the familiar thief, cursing the headstart he had given the laughing boy who's wheeled shoes seemed to give him take flight. Honestly, how did these he get access to shoes like that? How did these things work? How did Race use those simple wheels to make it seem as if he was flying? Sean shook his head. Now was not the time to question how Racetrack did things. Now was time to go after the boy who seemed to be flying on wheels.

[deadmomjokes]

More Adventures in Birdwatching: Send Help

The Blue Jays have figured out where the bird seed comes from. This was pretty cool to realize at first. They would start calling to each other as soon as I got outside, and would slowly start collecting at various distances in the yard until I went inside, when the Big Boy would come sit on the tray and scream for all the others to come feast.

Unfortunately, they REALLY learned where the seed comes from. As in, they have identified me as Food Bringer, and they know I’m in the house. So it’s starting to get a lot more ominous. Every time I go outside between 8am and 4pm they start shrieking. If I don’t bring the seed bucket and I’m outside long enough, they come weirdly close and make hissing sounds.

They also started tapping the window. At first it was just if the tray was empty, one might come along and gently rap the sill as a reminder that The Boys Are Waiting. Now, they come bang on the frame once they eat all the peanuts, even if there is still plenty of other seed. It appears to be one particular jay that is doing the tiptapping. I think it is the same one who announces Breakfast to all the others, Big Boy. Who may or may not be a boy, idk, jays are impossible to tell apart at distance.

So now if I want any other birds to have a shot at the seed, I have to put it out by 7:15 to give them a chance before the Horde arrives for the day.

There’s minimum 7 jays that hang out here, I’m not even kidding. I may have double counted, but at one point there were 10. Every blue jay in the county comes over for breakfast and/or to hold me under threat. Blue Jay Mafia has me under house arrest unless I bring them an offering.

I’ve started putting the seeds out early, and refusing to answer the tapping summons in an effort to untrain them. So far no tippytaps today or yesterday when the peanuts were scarfed, so hopefully Tappin Boy will quit his shenanigans permanently if I can stay consistent.

Also, today the crow fam was back. I couldn’t figure out why they kept screaming, and why all the other birds, including the Jays, were not screaming, until I came to sit down on the couch and finally got a good angle to see that a Holy Hugelarge Red Tailed Hawk was chilling on a branch less than 100 feet from the tray. He was all big and poofed up, and kept ruffling his feathers. He looked like a fluffy balloon with a face. He didn’t appear to be hungry, because all the other birds were still near to the tray, but he never once made to dive for them. Either that or the crows were yelling threats at him so he didn’t try anything. He flew away a bit ago, and as soon as he did all the crows stopped calling, and feeder tray activity resumed. They were warning the other birds about the hawk, and I think that’s cool.

Also at one point all four of the crows came and sat on the tray together, chasing off the blue jays so they could get some sunflower seeds. I didn’t think you could fit four crows onto a modified medium-sized baking sheet, but they were very polite and clearly loved each other enough to make it work. The kids are almost as big as mom and dad now, too, and it’s really cute.

This just in:  To counter the blue jays, a mourning dove has sat itself on the tray like a seed dragon and melted slightly to become Bird Pancake. Blue jays are very angry, but very confused. Now that the jays are held at bay, small finches and sparrows are sneaking seeds from behind the Pancake Dragon’s butt. Pancake Dragon has yet to notice.

[jack-kellys]

it’s me, with another AU! this is based off this ask I got a little while ago.

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like him

words: 2000 whoops

warnings: cursing, weed, bit of a mental breakdown, mentions/implications of abuse

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Everyone had some sort of power.

Passed down through generations, it manifested in every child at the start of adolescence, a fifty percent chance on either parent passing theirs down, like it was simply a hair color gene.

Well. It seemed like everyone had a power.

For what seemed like years, all of Albert DaSilva’s friends have had their powers. Race could control electricity and move faster than the rest of them, Romeo could charm the pants off anyone, Mush could heal with just his hands, and Finch had perfect aim and could see farther and clearer than the norm. And Al was just….Al. Nothing inherited, no specific talents that were randomly bestowed to him. Nothing. No special qualities.

He’d tried, he could say that. He taught himself to fight over the years, he was quite flexible, able to do a bunch of parkour bullshit (half for compensating, and half to say “parkour!” whenever he jumped off of something and be able to mean it), anything he could to just prove himself that he was enough. He could compete with his friends, even if Race would always be faster than him, Davey always smarter, Spot always stronger. He was enough. He had to be enough.

As Albert entered his house that afternoon, the first thing he saw were all the leaves on the ground. His dad must not be there, or else those definitely wouldn’t have been there.

“Liam, you gotta clean these up,” Al sighed, bending down to scoop them into a cleaner pile. They were a perfect emerald green, and soft, too. “Damn, I think you’re gettin’ even better at this, kid.”

Al’s younger brother skidded into the room, grinning, vines trailing up his arms and legs like he was part tree.

Albert burst out laughing at the sight. “What the hell? How long’ve you been experimenting?”

“Hours,” Liam beamed, bobbing his head. “You think Ma’d be impressed if she could see ‘em?”

Al gave him a smile. Plants had been their mother’s specialty. She never got to see Liam inherit her powers, but Al thanked the stars every day that her botanical abilities hadn’t died with her. She was still with them, he liked to think.

“She’d be so proud, Tiger,” Al said, gesturing at the leaves. “These look beautiful. Much nicer than the gross yellowy crinkled ones you were makin’ last week.”

“Shush! No talking about that!” Liam huffed, finding a paper bag after rummaging through cabinets and shoving the leaves into it.

“Fine,” Al relented, smirking. “I just came by to check on you. I’m gonna head over to Racer’s, will you be alright?”

“Yep! All good here, Allie!” Liam chirped. “Go on with your friends, I gotta make some more vines.”

Al scoffed. “Alright, alright, but make sure you clean everything up before Papa comes home. Y’know how he gets about your powers.”

Liam nodded slowly, solemn even. “I’ll be okay,” the child reassured.

Albert ruffled his hair. “Good. I’ll see you soon, bud. Love ya.”

“Love yaaaah!” Liam called, dragging out the word as Al left the house.

• • •

“Heyyyyyy Albie!”

Al ducked into Race’s basement to see Mush, Jack, Crutchie, Race, and Romeo passing around a few blunts in the haphazard circle they were sitting in.

“You guys look like a cult who gave up halfway through the ritual,” Al said as he sat down next to Race, who whapped his arm lightly.

“We did out best, sir,” Crutchie whined with a smile. “What took you so long anyway?”

Albert shrugged. “I wanted to check in on Liam before our dad came home.”

“Dads,” Race mused. “Fuck ‘em.” And then he took a long drag.

Albert pulled the blunt with two fingers out of Race’s lips and put it to his own, holding the weed in his lungs before exhaling out in a short sigh. “Fuck ‘em,” he muttered.

“Cheers, I’ll drink to that, bro,” Romeo mumbled, picking up a glasses filled with…with….

“Bro, is that apple juice?” Albert asked, lips quirked a smile. “What the fuck?”

“I swear to god he has the weirdest cravings,” Jack sighed, shaking his head. “He really is the baby of the group.” Romeo whined at that, making Jack let out a scoff of laughter and point at him, as if his whininess was evidence.

“Is apple juice really stranger than fruity pebbles?” Mush snickered, glancing at Al. Al frowned as he took another hit from the blunt, shoving Mush over from across Race. Mush shoved him back, the two boys hitting each other over Race’s lap.

“Boys,” Race rolled his eyes, gripping their wrists at lighting speed. “You’re both pretty, even if you’ll never be me.”

“This ain’t my argument, but shut your trap, Racer,” Jack grumbled. He started to trace his fingers in the air and the boys groaned.

Jack had the peculiar power of being able to conjure things by “drawing” them out first, and often used harmless bullshit on his friends to make them look stupid. Once he stopped tracing, he flicked the product in Race’s direction, who flinched in apprehension.

A dark mustache and giant black round glasses now framed Race’s face, as well as an L on his forehead. The boys burst out laughing, their giggles lasting longer than normal due to their high.

“You—stupid,” Crutchie managed before dissolving into wheezes, which only made everyone laugh harder as Race scowled.

“You want stupid?” Race threatened. Al shook his head no in unison with the boys’ nods of approval. “I’ll give ya stupid.”

He stood up from where he was sitting and moved to a more open part of the basement, gesturing for everyone to stand back. Once everyone did, he started running inn a circle.

It looked kind of ridiculous at first, the boys watching in confusion as Race slowly increased speed.

Al squinted. It was getting kind of hard to see Race clearly, he realized. He was blurring into one shape, one circular outline. Al could see little bolts of lighting crackling through the blur, and felt wind blowing his hair back.

“Race,” he called out, “we get it, you’re dumb and fast. You can stop.”

The blur got faster instead.

Mush made eye contact with Albert, his worried frown reflecting Al’s own. Hopefully they wouldn’t need Mush’s powers tonight for a stupid stunt.

“Racetrack,” Al said, sterner. “Just stop, alright? Don’t burn yourself out.”

“I can—n’t. Ca-n’t. I- sto—p. I can’t sto-top,” came the choppy, distorted reply, making Al’s heartbeat quicken. The blur was still speeding up.

“Fuck, what the fuck,” Al said, abruptly standing. But he was frozen. There wasn’t anything he could do.

“How the fuck do we stop him?” Crutchie said, a nervous waver in his voice and in how he forced himself into standing on his good leg alone. The rest of the boys stood too, Crutchie’s hand finding Jack’s shoulder to steady himself on.

“Well, I’m ready for whatever aftermath this’s gonna cause,” Mush sighed, wiggling his hands.

“He’s not gonna stop unless we force it,” Al said slowly, biting his lip. “So we force it, and Mush just has to heal ‘im up.”

“Race,” Romeo started, Al feeling the familiar compulsion to listen, which happened whenever Romeo used his power. “Please try and slow down a little, at least, if you can hear me?”

No reply from the blur came back.

“Alright, well, that didn't work,” Romeo huffed. “How the hell do we actually wanna force it?”

“He could slip and fall out of the...storm he created,” Al offered.

“Oh, shit, I can help with that!” Crutchie beamed, raising his hand. A bubble of water appeared out of it.

“Flood ‘im then,” Jack nodded.

Crutchie returned it, letting go of Jack’s shoulder. He raised his hands slightly, palms towards the ceiling, pausing a moment. Then he shoved his arms out towards Race. A wave surged from Crutchie’s hands, Al being able to smell the salt water.

It toppled Race off of his feet, thank god.

But he was going so fast that he tumbled….straight through one of the walls in his basement, creating a large hole.

“Race!” Al yelled, bolting to where he had landed, Mush hot on his heels. He knelt next to the blond boy, who was sprawled on his back. Every few seconds, Race’s body would give a slight jolt, the extra electricity still coursing through him. His eyes were actively scrunched closed, but he wasn’t conscious.

“Jesus Christ,” Al muttered, pressing his lips together and letting his hands curl into fists. He closed his eyes a moment.

That was so fucking stupid of Race, Al thought bitterly.

Yes, they were all at varying degrees of high, but Race shouldn’t just abuse his powers to such a dangerous extreme. What a useless thing to do. And harmful, too. Who knows what could have happened if he kept going, if he could have caught on fire even from the speed, or maybe even-

“Al. Al. Hellooo,” Mush tapped Albert’s shoulder, effectively startling him out of...whatever that was. He wasn’t quite sure. “Help me lift this idiot onto the couch.”

Albert nodded wordlessly, both boys bringing Race to the couch so Mush could heal him.

“Might take more than a minute this time,” Mush grimaced, placing his hands on Race’s stomach as Al begrudgingly nodded.

It took eleven minutes, actually. Al counted.

And then Race was sitting up like nothing had ever happened. Like it was nothing.

“We all good, fam,” Race laughed. Jack gave a distracted thumbs up as he, Crutchie, and Romeo continued to try and clean up the wall and the water.

“No, we’re not all good, asshole,” Al snapped, surprising himself slightly. He didn’t think he was that mad.

Race looked confused. “I broke my own wall, dude. I know I fucked up,” he shrugged.

“That’s not the problem,” Al seethed, internally begging himself to calm down. He rubbed his hands over his arms. They felt colder. “The problem is that you could have fucking, like, combusted if you kept going. You realize that, right?”

Race faltered slightly. “Well, hey—“

Al shook his head violently, cutting Race off. He couldn’t stop himself. “You could have died, okay?! For a stupid-shit stunt! Jesus fucking Christ.” His voice was raised now.

“Albert,” Mush attempted, giving him the same concerned he had given Race earlier, “try to calm down.”

“I..I-I—“ Albert broke himself off, shoulder shooting up as he fought a shiver. Why was he so cold? And why couldn’t his breathing slow down? And why was he being so awful to Race? Questions shoved themselves through his head, wincing as he felt an anxious energy shoot through his palms, heart rate much faster than it should have been. Blood roared in his ears, his hands reaching up to cover them against the sudden noise. What was this? Frustration burned in his chest and he returned to hugging himself. Why the fuck was he so mad? Why couldn’t he just stop it? What was happening to him?! He screwed his eyes shut as the fear and anger engulfed him, a freezing feeling that both stopped and accelerated his heart. “Mush, I—can’t, I don’t know I just can’t calm-“

“Just take some deep breaths, okay?” Mush asked.

“I’m trying, okay?” Al growled suddenly, then froze. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s—I—“

“I get that you’re angry, but you—“

“I’M NOT ANGRY!” Al shouted, eyes flying open and hand slamming down on the armrest of the couch. He did his best to take a ragged breath in. “I was just really worried, that’s all. I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s happening with...me…”

Albert trailed off as he noticed everyone had stopped looking at him, and looking at something next to him. His eyes flicked to his right, widening at the sight.

What looked like an eerie dead tree in the form of solid ice now sprouted from the armrest, sharp icicle shards piercing the ceiling at some points. One rather jagged point was even poking at Race.

Race let out a low whistle, breaking off the icicle closest to him. “That’s my fuckin’ armrest, Al,” he simply said.

Al wasn’t listening to whatever his friends continued to say. He was staring at the ice, the structure of his own doing transporting him to a different time.

Al’s mother was still alive, in another fight with his father. Young Albert watched from behind a door frame as they yelled insults, angry shouts of discontentment filling the kitchen. Albert watched as his father picked up one of his mother's small potted plants, holding it tightly in his hand. Frost erupted around the pot, then froze and wilted the flower inside. Then he threw it on the ground, not watching it shatter into ice as he shoved Albert’s mother into a different room as she screamed.

Ice had ruled his childhood. Ice had threatened him, his brothers, and his Ma. Ice had hurt them, too. It was a hateful, angry, cold and unfeeling thing.

And now he had it. He...inherited that. He was that.

Albert looked away from the gnarled tree of ice and back towards his friends, whose expressions of awe were slipping off their faces as they took in Al’s scared eyes. Only Race gave him a sad, knowing look.

“I-I needa leave,” Albert managed. “I’m so sorry.” Then he bolted out of the basement, footprints creating patches of ice, ignoring his friends’ protests.

• • •

Albert to Elmer: im coming to ur house rn just so you know

Elmer to Albert: ??? okay hun what's wrong it's like late

Albert to Elmer: show you when I get there

The moment Al walked into Elmer’s house, he nearly collapsed into his boyfriend’s arms. He squeezed El tightly, breathing in how he smelled to calm himself down.

“Oh, baby, you're so tense,” El murmured. “Let's go to my room; lemme ease that for you.”

Albert nodded into his shoulder as Elmer led them upstairs. He set them on his bed, Al flopping down onto his back and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I don't know how it happened,” Al started, voice devoid of much emotion. “Something...weird just kinda came over me, and I was so angry, El, it almost hurt.”

“Baby,” El said, shifting closer with his eyebrows furrowed. “What happened at Race’s, if you don't mind me asking?”

“This,” Al muttered darkly, raising his hand. The now-distinguishable angry feeling unfurled in his gut as frost materialized over his fingers, then reaching to his palm, covering his whole hand in icy white. “Just like him.”

Elmer stared open-mouthed at Albert’s hand, poking it with one of his fingers before recoiling from the cold of it. “That's incredible,” El breathed. “After all this time, you do have powers.”

“And it sucks,” Al hissed. “They’re—his powers. I inherited the shit that I was terrified of when I was little. How fucked up is that?”

“Shhhh…” Elmer soothed, placing his hand on Albert’s cheek. Al sighed at the contact, feeling some of the stress leave his body. He was lucky Elmer was an empath, able to feel, absorb, and release emotions as needed, as long as he held physical contact with him.

“You're not your dad, Al,” Elmer continued, rubbing his thumb affectionately over Albert’s cheek. “You’re too kind, and really funny, and too smart and passionate…” Elmer punctuated each word with a kiss on Al’s forehead. Al’s stress ebbed away with each one, almost finding himself smiling.

“Okay baby okayy,” Albert groaned. Then he bit his lip. “When I used them though, I just...I didn't feel like me. Like I was a different person, or some batshit nonsense like that.”

Elmer sighed, indicating for Albert to move up on the bed. He complied, and felt Elmer curl around his back, wrapping his arms over Albert’s stomach.

“Then we’re gonna have to learn how to deal with that, and then fix that,” Elmer instructed. “You're powers are what make you you, and I want you to be able to feel like you.”

“That was too many you’s in one sentence,” Albert mumbled, pulling out his phone to text Liam that he’d be staying at El’s.

Elmer whapped Al’s back with a scoff. “You know what I mean though. I love you, okay, and I want you to be able to express yourself, in every part of yourself.”

“I love you too,” Albert said, his voice slightly hollow despite curling further into Elmer and closing his eyes. He didn't want to admit these powers were a part of him now. It didn't feel like his, and even after all this time of never having powers, he didn't want them, either.

Everyone had some sort of power, sure, but not everyone's felt like a curse.

————

to be continued, not just this story in particular, but this au in general, because it’s fun as fuck lmao

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[floresdeldoza]

It is 10:02 AM, gotta leave for work shortly, but before I do that, here’s a few finale thought-nuggets.

This was an excellent finale. If you’re watching this show purely for James and Teresa fluffiness (which, idk, I think you might be barking up the wrong tree), it was a bit of a bummer episode, but tbqh, it was a good episode for them. They are a beautifully written ship, and if you haven’t already, please read this quote I posted last night.

I watched James pretty carefully this episode, and there were some pretty dope details, particularly with regards to how he watched (1) Javier, and (2) the woman who sacrificed herself. I don’t know when he was supposed to have received the call from Devon Finch, although I assume it was before the finale, but he’s def watching Javier with an air of, “You’ll be replacing me, I need to know you can do the job,” (which, fucking ouch, y’all). The woman who sacrificed herself was an obvious foreshadow of James’ own sacrifice (or redemption); it also could’ve been James seeing Teresa and himself at some nebulous future point if he were to stay.

The fact that this show is setting up the US government to be the Big Bad™ is 100% excellent. It’s also exactly correct. There were scathing indictments of the US in this episode; how America meddles in foreign governments, how it backs crime for its own gain, how it uses and abuses those who fight for it (i.e., James). 

Teresa’s showdown with Camila was... like, idk how else to describe it other than lit. But Teresa’s no bullshit response to Camila’s posturing; her dramatic, villainous diatribe, it was just so fucking choice, and I can’t really remember seeing a scene like that in the past. Just excellent.

James and Teresa’s goodbye was very soft, beautiful, and yet again, reminiscent of their embraces in the past. Their first real embrace as Teresa mourns Brenda, the Bolivia hallucination, etc. We even got a shot of James’ pained face as he’s holding her, which again, FUCKING OUCH. I worry (and kind’ve predict), that without James, Teresa will lose some of her tenderness (with any luck, that’ll be a big part of S4).

So... ya, I made a post a couple days ago wherein I predicted a happy ending for Jeresa that would probably be preceded by a long separation. Seems like that might be the case. I was wrong about the why, but tbh, it’s a good why—it’s sadder than I’d like, esp for James, but it was good.

I’ve already got a request for fix-it fic in my inbox. I’ll get going on it ASAP, fam.