#i can usually tell what bird im looking at even if its all the way up in a tree or flying in the sky

[famewolf]

turns out that it was not a raven, and as I was walking out to the clearing, I heard the family of ravens calling to each other nearby.

so grateful that it wasnt one of our friends in the woods, but it was ... very hard to tell what kind of fowl it was. it was freshly killed but its end had not been kind.

i tapped down some of the greenery within the flowers and arranged it among the pacific bleeding hearts. and now it rests there for the forest to have. i performed a small funeral rite for it and left rocks and a quartz with it too and wished it well.

whatever stark black and shimmering green bird it once was ... I hope that it can rest easy now

[quarterlifekitty]

Hi! could you possibly write something about a fuckboy!soap and shy!reader that he uses for sex, and she keeps letting him? im craving angsty angst ANGST that just keeps hurting…you don’t have to if you don’t want to and thank you if you do! Have a great day!

Okay, one thing you all should know about me? Is that I��m a weenie lol so I can’t help but make things a little hopeful most of the time. Also— gonna make this like a college type AU

Soap clocks you from a mile away when he sees you at a party. There’s a cup of beer in your hand that you’ve been nursing, just sipping to have something to do while you cling to the side of the friend who forced you to come.

He’s seen you in his classes before. You’re good. Not the type to be seen in a place like this. And that kinda whets his appetite. He wants to fuck you, break you, make you fall apart for his own amusement.

He nudges Gaz— they have the routine down to a science— splitting up the birdies that are a little too huddled together so they can have their way with them. Gaz runs interference this time, Johnny mouthing an “I owe ye” his way— chatting up and pulling your friend away to talk a bit more. You’re alone now, and Johnny swoops in, weaving through people on a warpath.

He corners you expertly, and you’re a pathetically easy read. Easy to tease, to coax, to push. He just has to throw in a few lines about how pretty you look, peppered between him saying he’s always wanted to talk with you, always admired you in class— he gives just enough detail to lull you into thinking this is courting. That he’s going to fuck you because he likes you.

Works like a charm. Always does. You clumsily follow him to his room—“Ye didnae ken? This is my fraternity’s house, bonnie,”— as he pulls you along by the hand.

He enjoys pulling you apart. Like the birds taking Prometheus’s liver. He’s not a complete animal, he makes you cum, but he doesn’t give you kisses the way you’d probably hoped he would. He’ll tell his mates later— it was kinda cute how fucking bad you were at giving head, too.

He lets you stay the night even though your clinging is a bit annoying. Pushing you out would burn this bridge, and he’s not ready to do that just yet. Not when he could keep having fun.

Come morning your clothes are tossed your way (sans panties, those are going in his trophy collection), and he has the decency to drop you off at your place with the promise of further contact.

Come your next class, he’s back to acting like he doesn’t know you. You’re shy, but you’re not stupid. It’s easy to see that you were played, and you curse yourself for falling into it.

So why do you show up when he texts you, asking you to come over?

Promethean indeed.

And it keeps happening.

It’s not like he treats you badly— that’s what you tell yourself. You’re just the idiot for expecting more than orgasms. It’s nice to feel wanted. It’s not nice to put your clothes on and get out right after, but you’re willing to ignore that. You shouldn’t be. But you are.

You’re not the kind of girl who gets asked out. So why refuse the one source of attention you have? He makes you cum, right? That’s more than a lot of guys do, so it would be unfair to expect more. High maintenance. Right?

If Johnny can see the hurt behind your eyes when you turn to check behind you when you leave, as if he’ll suddenly change his mind and call you back into bed to hold you, he doesn’t do anything about it. He’s content to tug on his jeans and brush past you with a cigarette in his mouth.

You steel yourself as usual, double checking the straightness of your clothes as if it’ll make you feel like less of a cheap whore when his housemates glance your way as you leave.

The door across from Johnny’s is almost always open, despite how closed off its occupant seems. You’ve never met Simon. Well, you really haven’t met anyone in Soap’s life. That’s not what he keeps you for, is it? Fucktoys don’t get introduced to the friend group. Doesn’t stop Simon from staring holes in your back every time you leave. Must think you’re easy. Must wonder if Johnny’ll mind if he has a go. Or maybe he just thinks you’re pathetic. You certainly do.

But it’s happened one too many times. Apparently, even a worm will turn. His stare itches and crawls up your skin when you already feel like such a piece of meat— chewed up and spit out. And you must be losing flavor. Before long you won’t even have this. You turn to look at him instead of walking on as usual.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” You spit in a tone that surprises you. You’ve never said anything like that to someone, not in earnest, anyway.

“Lemme take y’out somewhere.”

What?

What?

[diaryofaprettyprincess]

thinking some thoughts about ghost x sunshine!disneyprincess-energy!reader..

OKAY THESE ARE JUST SOME CUTE THIUGHTS BUT LIKE OKAY. what if reader is just so incredibly sweet to everyone and everything n simon is just standing behind her like a guard, all scary and intimidating.. like shes such a disney princess!! BUTBUT what if she teaches him how to be gentle?? like he’s spent so many years of his life killing people for his job and using his hands to hurt others for his work. he’s been told his whole life that he needs to toughen up, so what if reader just completely brings out the incredibly soft side of him that he didn’t even know was there?

i can just imagine reader doing cute things and simon standing idly by whilst she picks flowers from the ground to put in her purse so she can make pressed flowers bookmarks for the both of them?? his heart just melts at the sight when you knelt down to pick some pretty yellow flowers in the summertime when you two went for a nice summer’s evening walk.

or you find this like baby chick by your home (cuz u both live in a cottage area, duh) and its wing is hurt so you squat down; a bright, but kind, grin on your face. you put your hands outward in a bowl-like shape, sweetly whispering to the injured creature as it chirps, “cmere, you poor thing..” when the chick waddles in your hands, simon swears you must be a fairy of some sort. simon watches you intently--one of his favorite activities. the way the chick trusts you immediately..he can’t take it you are so perfect.

the yellow fuzz ball of a chick chirps every so often, and you use gentle hands to pet it before standing up and looking up at simon, eyes wide and full of joy.

he smiles, his cheeks dimpling when you giggle and pet the chick.

“you wanna hold him?” you ask quietly, as to not threaten the bird—or possibly to relax simon’s tense body. before he can respond, you say, “here, open your hand---"

he hesitates. “what if i hurt it?“ he asks, genuine concern sounding in his gruff voice (although it's more quiet than usual as to not frighten the chicklet).

you pout slightly, glossy lips turned down.

“you won’t," you begin with a comforting smile, trying to comfort your burly boyfriend. simon nibbles his bottom lip as he glances his dark eyes from you, then to the bird, then you again. "i promise you won't hurt 'im, simmey. hold him like you hold me when im sad! okay?"

he nods faintly, letting out a small chuckle.

carefully, you bring the baby chick closer to him as you tell him to cup his hands together.

his body is stiff as he holds the chick, small chirps from the animal making him nervous.

“see? you’re doin so good, simmey !!” you encourage, running a comforting hand along his tattooed bicep. the chick is completely dwarfed in ghost’s tattooed, scarred hands.

something so innocent being cared for by someone so..not.

like the relationship between the two of you.

not that simon was a bad man—far from it. he just never knew the power of being gentle.

and he was so grateful that you brought that out of him; a soft, loving gaze and smile set on his hardened features as he watched you stand on your tippy toes and pet the bird gently with your pointer finger.

[stnkiconverse]

HI ITS YOUR GIRL SWANONNN

im interested in sum....enemies to lovers.... with toby....

-🦢

Enemies to Lovers - Ticci Toby x Proxy!Reader

- You and Toby are oil and water from the start. His sharp tongue and impulsiveness immediately put you on edge, while your no-nonsense attitude only fuels his irritation.

- He has a knack for throwing off your focus, his muttered sarcasm or outright refusal to collaborate during missions always sends your blood boiling.

- "For someone who talks so b-big, you're pretty bad at k-keeping up," he'd mock after outrunning you in the field.

- "And for someone who's so 'skilled’ you sure love making my job harder," you'd shoot back.

- The tension comes to a head during a high-stakes mission.
His recklessness forces you to cover for him, leaving you both bruised and pissed.

- You corner him afterward, chest heaving as you shout, "Do you even care that you almost got us both killed?!"

- Toby's jaw tightens, his usual smirk absent. "I didn't a-ask you to save me." His words sting, but his tone is more defensive than combative, like you've hit a nerve.

- After that mission, something shifts. You start noticing things about him you hadn't before, how his hands shake when he's still for too long or the way he fiddles with a small, battered notebook when he thinks no one's watching.

- One night, you find him sitting alone on the porch, hood pulled low as he stares at the stars.

- Instead of walking past, you sit down beside him. He doesn't look at you, but he doesn't move away either.

- "W-why do you care so m-much?" he asks quietly after a long silence.

- The vulnerability in his voice catches you off guard.

- Slowly, the hostility between you softens. Toby starts listening to you during missions (mostly 🥲), and you stop snapping at him over every little thing.

- He begins showing up in your space more often, dropping little jokes or leaning against the wall as if daring you to tell him to leave.

- You catch him sketching once, his natepad open to a rough but surprisingly detailed drawing of a bird. He notices you staring and slams it shut, cheeks flushing slightly. "W-what? Never seen someone d-draw before?"

- During another dangerous encounter, you get hurt protecting him. For once, Toby doesn't crack a joke or brush it off. Instead, he's frantic, hands clumsy as he tries to stop the bleeding.

- "Why the hell w-would you do t-that?" he demands, voice shaking. You can't tell if he's angry or scared.

- "Because l'm not going to let you get yourself killed," you reply, and for a moment, he just stares at you, something unreadable in his expression.

- After that, Toby becomes noticeably more protective. He doesn't say anything outright, but he's always nearby, watching your back during missions and lingering a little longer in your shared spaces.

- The teasing doesn't stop, but it changes, less biting, more playful. He starts calling you nicknames that are just annoying enough to make you roll your eyes but secretly make your chest tighten.

- One rainy evening, he invites you to sit with him on the porch.

- "Y-you're quieter than I thought you'd b-be," he says after a while, the corners of his lips twitching up in a small smile.

- It's not a grand, all-out moment, Toby isn't that kind of guy.

- Instead, it happens during a quiet night in the aftermath of another mission.

- "You kn-know," he says, not meeting your eyes as he fidgets with a loose thread on his sleeve, "y-you're not as bad as I th-thought."

- You laugh. "High praise coming from you."

- He finally looks at you, his expression unusually serious. "I mean it. You... you make all this c-crap a little easier to d-deal with."

- The kiss that follows is skeptical at first, as if neither of you can believe it's actually happening.

- But when he pulls back, there's a fondness in his eyes that makes your heart ache.

- Toby doesn't change totally, he's still brash, sarcastic, and occasionally infuriating.

- But he's also fiercely loyal, sticking close to you and showing his care in subtle ways, like leaving snacks outside your door or quietly patching you up after missions.

- "G-guess you're stuck with m-me now," he says one day, his smirk as annoying as ever.

- But the way he squeezes your hand tells you he means it in a way he doesn't know how to put into words.

SWANON IM SO SORRY FOR MAKING U WAIT THIS LONG😔😔

[dfortrafalgar]

Special Delivery

(Sanji x Fem!Reader- Offscreen)

Sanji reaches out to Zeff for the first time in years.

I wrote this many, many months ago now, and it was the first fic i posted anonymously on AO3. I got a few requests after it was originally posted to write a second part, which I eventually did!

You can read Part 2 here! Original AO3 link

(I figured I should let my blog breathe a little in between the really heavy and emotional Law fic im writing, and what better way to cool down than some sanji fluff <3)

A sharp squawk awoke Red-Leg Zeff from his daze. With a grumpy expression and a low grunt, he peered towards the direction of the sound.

A messenger coo was seated on the railing of the Baratie's upper deck next to where Zeff stood slouched over with his forearms leaning against the wooden support. It cocked its head to the side as if it was deconstructing Zeff's appearance before reaching into its pouch and procuring a parchment envelope. Zeff found it strange. Messenger coos only usually delivered the newspapers or the latest bounty reports, very rarely were they put in charge of personalized letters. It must have been paid off by whoever wanted this delivered.

The gruff man took the parchment from the beak of the bird and watched as it took back off into the air, leaving a few molted white feathers behind in its wake. He looked at the envelope.

All it said on the front, in very elegant handwriting, was "Captain Zeff." He flipped the paper around, revealing a wax stamp holding the opening down, which he peeled off with a calloused thumb.

Tucked neatly inside the envelope was a white piece of paper, tri-folded over itself. Zeff slipped the paper out, unfolding it to reveal the written contents of the letter. The penmanship was impeccable, and the ink was very sleek. He knew immediately it was from Sanji, not many other pirates had handwriting as good as his. He had completely lost track of how many years it had been since the curly-browed boy left with that ragtag group of pirates to sail to the Grand Line, but Zeff had every single one of his bounty posters. He'd never admit it, but they were tacked up on the wall of his sleeping quarters. Every time Sanji's bounty increased, Zeff felt pride swell in his heart.

"How are you doing, you old geezer. It's been a little too long since we've had any contact, so I thought I'd write to you just to see how you've been. You're no slouch, I'm sure you've been keeping up with the world's events over the past however-many years. Do the Marines even bother to keep sending our bounty posters to the Baratie anymore? Well, regardless, I'm sure you can read right through me. I can't deny it, I miss you, old man. I'm happier than I've ever been in my life, and such a huge part of that is thanks to you and the guys back on that old cruiser. Every recipe I try to make, I imagine you screaming in my ear and telling me that it tastes like shit. Some days I really wish I could be back there, but most of the time I'm joyful. Life has been really, really good. A few years ago, I met someone. Last year, we got married, and soon after our lives changed so drastically. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, and she's as sweet as an angel. I mean it, too. I know you'd probably think something along the lines of me playing up my affections again just because she's a pretty woman, but I mean it. You'd love her, Zeff. Living as a pirate is the most stressful thing anyone could ever do, but she makes every day worth it. The crew was discussing the possibility of returning to the East Blue a bit ago, and when we do, I'm going to introduce you to her. I've spent the last years talking all about you, how you taught me everything I know about cooking, and I can tell she's just as excited as I am to finally see you. This letter's gone on long enough and I don't want to use up all of Nami's paper.

-- Sanji"

Zeff felt a lump in the back of his throat. Sanji had grown into such a fine young man, eloquent with his words and his feelings. He knew how big of a deal it was for the boy to be so honest and open. But one thing in the letter caught him off guard. What did he mean by, "Soon after our lives changed drastically."?

Zeff peered into the envelope, where another, smaller envelope was tucked inside. He almost didn't see it. Pulling it out, he held the letter and original envelope in between his fingers while he opened the second. Sanji was thorough with his packaging, that's for sure.

Inside, there were three photographs printed on thin, matted paper. The first was of Sanji and you, the wife he wrote about in his letter, taken by someone else holding the camera. Sanji had his arm around you, holding you against him, and you had your face nuzzled into his neck. His other hand held a cigarette away from the two of you, like he was in the middle of telling a story. The two of you were smiling brighter than the sun, Sanji's eyes completely closed with the motion of laughter, and yours creased, your irises looking up towards him.

The second photo made Zeff's eyes water. A photo of you and Sanji on the deck of the Sunny, exchanging rings. Sanji was wearing a sleek navy blue tuxedo, while you were wearing a gorgeous white ballgown. For pirates, you cleaned up phenomenally. He could just make out tears in Sanji's eyes as the photo displayed you sliding a band onto his finger. A skeleton with poofy hair stood between the two of you, which Zeff found a little odd, but he chuckled at the absurdity of it all.

Zeff flipped to the last photo.

The tears that were welling in his eyes from the previous image finally slid down his cheeks in heavy, salty droplets. His lip quivered.

Sanji sat in a chair, beaming down at a bundle of cloth held gently in his arm. He was crying in this photo as well, and was reaching a finger over the top of the bundle, where a smaller hand was reaching outwards to grab onto it. A small glimpse of blonde hair could be made out from under the cloth securing the baby tightly. On the back of the film, Sanji wrote the birth date and the name of the baby.

Zeff used a sleeve to wipe his blubbering eyes. His lips quivered, but he couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face.

Was he allowed to call himself a grandfather now? He figured it was only appropriate.

[angelwishess]

I mentioned this before— But the character Kyra was originally meant to be shipped with was actually Jamil. But!! After some thought, I ultimately decided that Floyd would be a better partner for Kyra instead.

Soo, take this post as me rambling about how and why Floyra came to be, and why I scrapped the Jamyra concept all together.

Kyra already had an established character and backstory before being shipped with anyone. Usually, I like to create the characters and flesh them out before shipping them with anyone. Although there are times where I do create characters for the sake of shipping (*cough cough* Jester *cough cough*) my process with developing OCs usually focuses on them as a character individually first, then their relationships with canon characters after.

And at first, I thought the idea of Jamil x Kyra was interesting. My main reasoning for Kyra x Jamil was the idea of it.

Caged bird metaphors for days, both come from somewhat similar issues when it comes to not being allowed to be their own person, ect ect. (Also, if you couldnt tell already im a SUCKER for Opposites Attract and Grumpy x Sunshine)

In a way, I liked it because they were so similar yet so different lorewise, having this strict set of expectations put unto them and not being able to act against those expectations— but yet, despite how similar they are, they ended up completely different.

And while it is a good trope— It just simply doesn’t work. Why? Well, because Jamil, putting it bluntly, isn’t the kind of person that would be best for Kyra. (ITS OKAY!!! HES STILL BIG BRO!!!!! I saved him from a neverending headache w Kyra LMFAOO)

I started to take into consideration Kyra herself. What kind of person would she want? How does she love? What kind of person would she be attracted to? What does she need in someone? Who would make her happy?

after having to bottle up all her feelings and ignoring her own desires and wants— Kyra needs someone that would support her.

She doesn’t need nor wants someone to stop her from doing the things that she does, what she needs is someone to support her. And I doubt that Jamil would be supportive of her shennanigans LMAOO 😭

Then I got to thinking, if not Jamil who else could I ship her with ??

Then I realized, “Oh, Floyd would be perfect, wouldn’t he?”

Now, Floyd has always been my favorite character from TWST! But I just didnt want to be biased and miss out on good ship material with another character😭 funny how it worked out though WHAHAHA

Not only would Floyd support her shennanigans— he’d encourage her to do it. And while that probably isn’t the best in some cases, Kyra definetly deserves someone that would support her actual wants after all this time.

I mentioned this before, but Kyra sees alot of herself in Floyd. Yeah, they are weirdly similar (and that actually was not planned), and thats exactly the reason why Kyra was ever attracted to Floyd in the first place. (In general, not even romantically lmao)

And seeing him show all of these traits without a care in the world, to act out on what he feels and what he wants, it encourages her to do the same. And it encourages her to be herself even more, which is exactly what she needs!

There are still times Kyra is hesitant to do things, old habits die hard, but Floyd just being himself is enough to encourage Kyra to do the same. He influences her in a way others view as “bad”, but for someone like Kyra, its honestly the best for her.

Not only that, but I personally see Floyd as the kind of person to not really care about looks. Yeah, he can see when someone’s attractive and he acknowledges it, but he really does not care 😭

In my opinion, he values personality much more. Anyone who can entertain him or whoever he deems “fun”.

Kyra has never been seen for anything other than her beauty. Always seen but never heard. And while Floyd does think shes pretty… He really didn’t care about that when they first met LMAOO

It would be refreshing for Kyra to have someone who actually didn’t care all that much for her appearance. Instead hanging out with her for her personality. She was so used to men always sticking by her because of her pretty face that it was a breath of fresh air when she realized that Floyd wasn’t like that, and they were just genuinely friends.

The fact that Floyd doesnt care about appearances at all shouldn’t really be a big deal, but Kyra would be OVER THE MOON about it.

“Ah, I don’t care about that sorta thing. If you were boring, I would’ve ditched you a long time ago, hahaha!” And now suddenly Kyra is swooning and fanning herself and getting weak in the knees and blushing and giggling and kicking her feet and twirling her hair and—💥💥💥

Kyra needs a best friend in a partner. Someone that makes her want to open up and be vulnerable, but also makes her loosen up and have fun. She needs someone that can support her and can keep up with her regardless of how chaotic and rambunctious she can get— and who better than the menace himself??

No one can keep up with Kyra. And no one can really keep up with Floyd, either (Well, besides Jade, that is.). It was perfect! Because turns out, they’re the only ones that can keep up with eachother.

While continuing to think on it, I began realizing that they were also similar in other ways! And they can definetly understand eachother because of it.

Two people who have never had anyone bother to even try and understand them, no one really trying to look underneath the surface. Thinking that because of that, they dont “need” anyone to. But when they find eachother?? AUGH, they realize it really does feel nice for someone to “get it”.

Floyd understands and encourages Kyra in a way I don’t think Jamil could, and so !!! Floyra became a thing!!! YIPPEEYIPPEYIPPEEEE !!!!

My perfect little weirdos, even if no one really gets them they understand eachother better than anyone else can, and thats all that really matters. Their similarities in personality and ideals that brought them together, and I’m really just a sucker for the whole soulmates thing 😭

While of course, there are definetly flaws— with Kyra’s secretive nature and both of them being somewhat afraid of opening up and being vulnerable, its also because of those flaws that they end up working together. Because for once, they found someone that can truly understand them, and they’d be damned to let them slip away.

Anyways !! Ya thats all , ty for reading my silly little yap sesh !! 💗💗

Tagging!: @screamintoad @taruruchi 👁️👁️ floyra food …

[ask-a-bot]

oh, starscream, when you mentioned aviator flu, that reminded me! ive had to carry away two perfectly good bird carcasses to the woods so far :( i love birds they were so heartbreakingly light wahhh.. im not sure what the first one was but i know the second one last week was a swallow! they're very common where i live and they like nesting near barns and similar places :)

i wish i had had some sort of method to preserve them! ill need to look into those for sure, because its not a want it's a need. im sure you understand!!

side note, i also want to preserve the body part of one of my pets some day. they mean a lot to me and having that would be such a sweet way of always having them with me, imo :)

do you have any pets btw? or did you ever want to? earth animal or not, i wanna hear about 'em! i like speculative biology by the way. :) sorry

-🥩

I love swallows! They've got so many different names and they travel to Africa every winter and then to America and Europe for the summertime. I've been watching some here. They're really beautiful. Similar birds are martins (some nest in holes in cliffs and steep riverbanks and other kinds nest on houses – they make a gun-like noise when they're on the wing, so you always know it's them and not swallows) and swifts (they only ever land when they're tending their nests/young. They make a "wheeee" sound that's very loud – you can hear them through double-glazed windows and they've got long, curved wings that are much longer than swallows' and martins' wings). I hope I'm not boring you.

If you can't keep their bodies, could you photograph them? Maybe you could even send pictures to a local organisation or something that looks after wildlife in your area, for their records. I think Dot would be interested, if you were in her area.

It's worth looking into. Many organisations have forums, websites and even Flickr groups you can submit pictures, sound/video recordings and observations to. Pictures and sound don't have to be expert-level, but you do need to be able to recognise the bird or animal.

Dead specimens are usually OK (but check) if they're... you know... intact and not... gross. I recommend against submitting disturbing images unless a site, group or forum states otherwise.

I hope that helps!

Sorry, Star. I jumped in without asking when I heard my name.

It's fine. That was helpful. I wouldn't've thought of Flickr. That's a good idea. I might look into signing up myself.

I haven't got any pets, but I'd like a dog. There are some spectacular breeds from Cybertron that I'd love to own. Megatron says I'm too immature.

Well... maybe you need to show him how responsible you can be.

I've been looking after Calla! That's a lot of work.

Yeah, but her poop isn't as smelly as a carnivore's poop. Calla doesn't need housebreaking. She doesn't whine and paw at you for attention when you're busy. A puppy is with you in the house. They chew. They get into mischief. They pee and poop a lot. You have to watch them and train them and if you don't put the time in you end up with disobedient, destructive, dirty animals you can't trust inside your house.

Thank you. It's nice to know you have so little faith in my abilities.

What? No! No, I didn't mean that. It's just... you need to make sure you're ready for all of that. It's a lot. It's like having kids, only kids can tell you when they feel sick or something hurts or... whatever.

... Noted.

[jacenotjason]

*slowly appears from the void*

Would it be alright, if I requested some Fun Facts about Ma? I am so very curious and I wanna hear all the things about the characters-

Hey how did you do that? Ma facts? Oh sure >:D *throws goldfish into the void*

Funfacts n notso funfacts round with Ma!

(HERES THE AU!)

Fun Facts

She’d pierce more of her if she could, but.. ya can’t really pierce a bird? If i drew her in a human au she’d have WAY MORE piercings!

SHE CAN FLY! She just doesnt like to lol

Her hair isn’t naturally that neon rainbow, its black underneath! She regularly bleaches and dyes, usually in the company of others bc its always funner, and you need someone to check the back!

Ma is a mix of birds, but she’s mostly eagle!! Thats where she gets her big ol talons!

Her talons are really sharp! She always tells ppl to mind them when they’re close. (Aa i can imagine her saying that actually “I’m so happy you decided to-, watch the talons, sugar- come over today”)

She has a leather bag with spikes that says “PUNK MOM” in bright green, its her ma bag >:D she carry’s snacks, first aid utensils, and medication! Mostly anxiety medicine or pain meds.

She is the tallest neighbor, beating Barnaby by about half a foot

She went to Mother Mary’s School for Problematic Boys, after she came out. She was sent at 17

She met Barnaby there ^ she was astonished by how brainwashed Barnaby was, since he was sent there so young he was so accustomed to all the teachings. Poppy decided she wouldn’t just escape, she’d take Barnaby with her!

In the school, everyone went by their last names. (Adults called the kids “Son ____” and kids called the adults “Mother ____” and “Father ____”, kids call each other “Brother ____”. They thought they were a big family, basically. Its a very stereotypical cult.) which explains why Barnaby doesn’t know her deadname! He called her “Brother Partridge”, when they escaped they traded their real names, and ofc ma said to call her Poppy

Poppy calls her parents every year or so, (“just makin’ sure they’re still bigoted. Aha, just kiddin’, I don’t have to check.”)

I like to think Ma has a southern accent. I don’t actually know where she would’ve developed it, but it fits with the mom vibe ok?

She’s horrible at baking, but AWESOME AT COOKING. Like go to her house every thanksgiving. Not even, go for dinner she’ll happily cook you some heaven sent meal im serious.

Poppy was originally going to be completely greyscale, no neon whatsoever. I changed it bc it looked way too gloomy and.. bad.

Poppy would happily say yes to a “Hey Mister*” (*teens standing outside a store and asking adults to buy them alcohol/cigarettes. This literally never works, but Ma would get u some as long as u promised to be safe, and might even make u party at her house)

Not-So Fun Facts

Ok some context for this one: Barnaby was going to be killed by the cult. Before a sacrifice or killing someone that stepped out of line (thats what Barnaby did) they down a cup of wine to cleanse themselves before taking a life. Poppy knew they’d kill Barnaby and poisoned the wine. She pretended to drink it as everyone else did, and bit her tongue as she waited for it to work. If it took even just a few more seconds to kick in, Barnaby would’ve been killed

The poison wasn’t lethal, in Poppy’s words, “they’ll shit weird for a week and vomit more then a tween with bulimia, but they’ll live.”

If it wasn’t obvious her parents are transphobic

I don’t have a lot of notso funfacts for Ma.. shes doin ok <3

[astranite]

Funny story: today I rescued a chicken.

This got kinda long but it is fairly funny and has a happy ending. Also there is Thunder and Birds involved, but not in the usual way. And I have no one to give the blow-by-blow account of the saga to, and I Need to Tell Story. So dear friends, *drags you to sit around my figurative fireplace* enjoy my tale!

(Minor warning of reference to past animal death.)

Because the universe really does have a sense of humour, this all started when I was sitting outside, because it was a nice sunny day, while reading @gaviiadastra's 'Chicken Dad' series. (its great, Im only 5 chapters in, go read it!)

And then I hear loud chicken clucking noises. Which I am understandably very surprised to hear. There is some *looks at laptop* *looks up again* "What the fuck???"

So I go out to investigate. I find a chicken. A very cute, fairly large black hen with the slightest green sheen to her feathers. In all likelihood a Black Australorp.

Outside my yard, just chilling. And still bok-bok-boking loudly.

And I'm like, "huh." And wow, that was not just my imagination.

Now backstory time: My family used to keep chickens, a small flock of them living happily in our yard. I loved them very much, and I kinda still miss them even though it was years ago now. They also had ridiculous triple-barrel names.

Tragic backstory time: One of our chickens got eaten by a fox. (it was extremely upsetting, the chicken was our friend.)

There are also a whole bunch of outdoor cats around the neighbourhood, and a highway nearby, and generally a lot of dangers to escapee chickens. So I'm understandably pretty worried about this chook, because its also lateish afternoon and will get dark. And just leaving it there really doesn't fly with me.

Time for the rescue plan: I'm going to catch that chicken, then figure out where it lives and return it. Because I vaguely remembered some neighbours keeping chickens, and a door knock around should point me in the right direction. (Or if not, I get to keep chickens again, y'know, if it still needs a good home.)

I put shoes on, because stomping around in my slippers is likely ill advised, grab a crust of bread because it the best chicken attracting thing i can quickly find, and yell to a family member where i'm going, getting the underwhelming response of, "Uh huh, sure."

Plan A: Lure chicken close to me with bread and catch it once it is in arms reach.

There is some throwing of pieces of bread, me making inviting clucking noises (actually one of my talents, I have fooled people with it before,) me staying very still, the chicken slowly coming closer.

Eventually the chicken is pecking the bread piece from my hand. I take my moment. My fingertips brush feathers. The chicken runs off. Note to self: chickens are fast and I'm very out of practice at chicken nabbing.

Takes two through like eight or something: Lure chicken in, gain its trust, wait until it gets really close, then catch it.

And nope. The chicken is having None Of That. It still gets a fair bit of bread bits, thrown out around me. And its having a merry old time, wandering around, pecking at grass, and being adorable. (I really like chooks, they're cute.)

By this point my butt's gone numb and my shitty knees are Complaining. And I've been at this more than half an hour, like seriously, this chicken has mastered the art of 'close enough for snacks, but not close enough to get got.'

And I am Very Patient (in some circumstances, such as these, though not all), but I can also hear thunder as a storm is coming in. And this clearly isn't working. And the chicken is wandering away. And I'm at least ten times its size and supposedly the cleverer one here.

So onto Plan B: Get me close to the chicken. Catch the darned chicken.

I get up, shove the bit of bread in my pocket, stretch, then calmly walk after the chicken. Because panicky chicken could definitely out-sprint me. And we're gonna avoid that. I'm also hoping the whole 'persistence predator' thing pays off.

Additional context notes: I live right next to a park. Sort of. There's several metres of rocky cliff between the row of houses and the park. And a narrow strip of land between said cliff and houses. Which is where me and the chicken are, of course.

So there is the additional difficulty of 1) dont chase chicken off cliff (the chicken would be fine, its only couple of metres high and it has unclipped wings. Also would be new problem of chicken running loose in big park.) 2) dont fall off cliff because i dont want to explain it to family/curious strangers/paramedics that this was all because of a chicken.

There is a lot of very careful manoeuvring. Some tactical retreats because that chicken really likes that cliff edge. An amount of bush bashing. Some strategic climbing of slopey parts where it's not so cliff steep. I run into sticks and tree branches and spiderwebs. I Follow That Chicken.

There is a stand off. A rout. I direct the chicken towards the houses and manage to corner it with a fence. And then I've got an armful of somewhat flappy chicken until I get the wings under control. Then I've just got a chicken. A very sweet chicken who is now pretty chill with being held.

Return of the Chicken: It's the first house I go to. I ring the bell, no one answers. I wander round the side a bit thinking maybe I ended up at the back door with all the chicken chasing. A dog spots me in the window and starts barking. So I stand there to wait for that to get someone's attention because I'm 90% sure its the right house.

Person appears in window. Me: *waves* *points at chicken*

Epilogue: It was confirmed that the chicken belonged there. The person was very grateful for the return of their chicken. And wasn't too put out by a rando showing up at the door with a chicken in their arms. Me in my red chequered flannel and possibly covered in leaves. The chicken did not have a name, I asked. I suggested Jailbreak as a suitable one.

I gave the chicken one last pat then handed her over (somewhat reluctantly. She was a very soft, fluffy, lovely chook) (and I named her.) (I really miss having chickens, if you can't tell that already.)

I went home and after a while it stormed, seriously like right on top of us with no break between thunder and lightning. Very glad I got the chicken before that. And got inside. I also won't tell you how long it took to find the bread still in my pocket but I'm very glad it didn't go through the wash. Now I blogged on tumblr about it.

And so the chicken rescue saga comes to an end, with all parties safe and dry and no one even fell off a cliff. Also I got to hold a chicken and that was a major win for my day!

*THE END*

[tragedyofromance]

@woodswit thank you tagging me and yea this is abt me

1. are you named after anyone?

Yes I am, my mother names me after a famous Russian song writer Nikita bogoslovskiy ( not Russian lol so it was that was the reason why) but I like it as it mean victorious, or leader to victory

2. when was the last time you cried?

6 months ago, it's generally a pattern I do one big cry maybe a whole day or whole afternoon just silently im not really a sobber, unless im forced to talk about it then I guess its more obvious that im crying otherwise a watery esque eye my eyes doesn't get red, You really wouldn't have guess anything, which at times can be sucker since if it was a bit more obvious the ppl around me would ask even if i would have denied it. But that would have still felt nice. But since they usually cant tell and is being completely normal i just feel like i should go along with it, and then the next day its over i do try to cey again but i just cant, i always think i cried it out so theres nothing more and then when 6 months comes in the cycle continues. It's not necessarily healthy, but you know what, whatever,

3. do you have kids?

No, and thank God, right now I'm just not in the mental state or maturity level to look after, provide for another human,

In saying this I do want to have a child, 2 :D, but I want to be mentally capable, and have enough finance saved to create the village that my child would have, (baby sitters, night nurse, travel nanny, doula care, my afterbirth message therapy, postpartum in home care helping with cleaning or making meals) though I may not use these services I want money there so that if need it it'll be there in case of post partum depressiob, I work in childcare some parents and colleagues i work with do not have any help, or only grandparent help and that can also be taxing on the parents not necessarily financially. So it can be emotional struggle and which could lead to a strain in the emotional and physical relationship between the couples,, which I see can at times turn into into resentment when you think your partner is not doing enough, or not feeling supported. Which can lead to feeling too overwhelmed and not being able to enjoy being a parent ( like I don't understand why some ppl say have usually boomer grandparents say have back to back children and in the next 5 years it'll be easy and calm like what about during it, and also why do I want to struggle or look back and not have too fond memories like that never made sense 2 me

so yea before having a child I know I want money saved to cover all these for atleast the 8 months before even thinking of a having a child, I mean in my culture grandparents will look after and stay with with with mother for atleast 6 months to look after both child and mum but still for safety sake.

This was a really long statement lol

4. what sports do you play/have played?

Hockey, netball, tag rugby

5. do you use sarcasm?

Yup. It's the best

6. what's the first thing you notice about people? Whether or not they're performing or being genuine.

7. what’s your eye color? Brown

8. scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings get nightmares

9. any talents? Artistic creations, and cooking I'm very good :D

10. where were you born? Kuwait

11. what are your hobbies? Social media, sculpting with, creating art in many different ways, music i can literally drive for hours, just before reaching home i go the longest way possible, i also enjoy going for a walk when its windy for an hour or more, i want to do wood carving, and forging a knife, and learning to sow and create beautiful clothing

12. do you have any pets? Yep had two and one died

13. how tall are you? 5'3

14. favorite subject in school? History

15. dream job? Teacher for right now, im working on it now, and possibly a professer in the future

Tagging my mutuals i wanna know

@qinaliel @riahchan @trinuviel @tuesmonoxymore @inlovewithastark @tiny-little-bird @timeforwolvies @tubbylita @nutellaninja0001 @thelawyerthatwaspromised @fedonciadale @ben-barnes-is-my-husband @mediiciis @israfel00 @rissa-rey @yol101 @kitnjon

[fanlucadango]

MAJOR SEKAIICHI HATSUKOI SPOILERS AHEAD(Vol.16 & Future Volumes)+ Thoughts

Well its been.... 15 YEARS since

This BL Manga with a very... obscuring plotline counting how many days till this beautiful man named "Onodera,' falls in love with his Senpai, "Takano,'

By looking at how the generation changes as Years have passed where many Great BL shows, Manga's are becoming adapted in many languages and how society is changing to a point everyone is aware, Different Morals, Spotting Red Flags & reactions to the Ships & Chemistry has becoming more vocal of their opinions about it.

All those Years ago, Us kids when we know Sekaiichi Hatsukoi(The world's greatest first love) had always been either our First BL to watch or if never been the first -Could be Second or Third-

We never knew what it was like watching and knowing the fact we giggled & fangirled at those scenes as being Animated(Except those in Mangas)

Now this generation, as us Kids who were nowhere Adults or older teens grew to understand how toxic their relationship (Takano & Onodera) is in the manga as they grew to understand the plotline more. Little did they really know... what happened to the manga??? Had it ended after that?

When I checked in the Wikipedia source,

The series is still alive😳😳😳

(Fr my literal reaction)

But anyways LETS GET STARTED

Im not gonna say that much but if you wanna know the latest update of:

How many days till Onodera Falls in Love???

The latest Chapter that is being Translated said it was 16 Days.

Since 2021. VOL.16?!

Holy shit

And how it go when the effect come by as the manga showed:

16 DAYS TILL HE FALLS IN LOVE

Gurl... I tell you what I saw it's more of like Onodera My guy.

Madam Sir. You have this man kissing you every 24/7 every now and then. In every single chapter where you guys being Friends with Benefits doing all the Nasty Hardcore Version: Birds & Bees.

And ur asking HIM TO KISS YOU???

He has been doing that to Onodera for too many times oh my goodness gracious. And You know this man is jealous when he saw Onodera with other people.

ESPECIALLY THIS OTHER GUY WHO we saw in the latest chapter who have been there for Onodera when he went Abroad 🥹🥹

(Lowkey rooting for that man tho)

After a Banana & Donut Hole moment, I realised they were longing for each other but they both were sort of afraid to show it. Especially, how both of them can be really intense, despite their personalities. Even just for a little things they always see & realised how they grew or small things that they find, as they both reminiscent.

What got me surprised is when Onodera noticed Takano's lashes were long, he usually doesn't care before but when progressed has started as I read the recent chapters. I realised Onodera's feelings grew when Takano was there. Longing for his touch, gaze, kisses, his dire moments, his company... whatever you call it(Remember my previous post where Onodera Touches himself??)

I realised, he's starting to grow his feelings onto him, slowly getting there yet had many doubts.

After reading, the translations STOPPED and I didn't even get to read ANY UPDATE and its been 2 years from now.

All I got was... A Book Cover from Vol. 17 & 18(LATEST 2023)

I just even realised something...

Volume 16 had... 16 Days left...

Let alone there's 17 & 18...

I feel that Volume 17 onwards are going to start a Single Digit number. As Onodera PROGRESSES ONWARDS....

(I mean LOOK AT THIS COVER BELOW HERE)

This is legit...

The LATEST COVER SHOWN IN 2023

And it's gonna be released in 1st May...

Oh my GOD

Onodera's Hands DIDNT EVEN FLINCH.

I'm starting to bet when it releases.

We are getting a Single Digit Number till he fells in love & see how Onodera will react that way.

Starting from Vol.18

What if Onodera wanted to confess Takano back when Something bad happened to them again. Will do they do poetic Justice????

I HAVE SO MANY ANSWERS

THE END IS NEAR

[wreckitremy]

This is fascinating and confusing bc I still can't tell the difference. I've lived in kansas my whole life and can't navigate for shit, but im not sure we have all of these kinds of roads listed. (Until this post, i would have assumed a freeway was something outside of america) But then again, we only have like 2 or 3 places that are big enough to be considered even large towns, and I'm scared to drive in them.

Where I grew up, there was The Highway, and then there was Old Highway 50

The highway was the way you went for normal things. Its the one thats maintained. It's the one with four lanes. It's the one you take to go anywhere big enough to have a mall.

Old Highway 50 ran on the opposite side of our large village, and was two lanes. Technically the speed was 20 mph slower than The Highway, but cops never went down it, so if you were in a hurry to one of the other large villages, it's the one you take. The only downside during the day was combines and turkey vultures. You have to slow down to a crawl for both.

(We call them towns, but none of them were over 1k population, so technically they don't even count as towns)

I worked in another large village so I constantly used Old Highway 50.

It was dangerous at night during rut season, the season when deer are in heat. On The Highway, your high beams make a big difference at scaring away animals. Animals know not to cross it. On Old Highway 50, the animals often forget to watch for cars, bc there are so few of them. Mix in hormones and it's a recipe for disaster. Your high beams only grant you a few extra seconds to slam on the breaks.

A doe may cross first, with noticeable caution. You may slow down a little, and then once she crosses you may think you can speed up again.

And that could very easily be a big mistake.

Most often when a doe crosses the road during rut season, it's bc she's fleeing a buck. And the buck is certainly not as cautious, thanks to hormones.

In a story, it's a great twist for city folk, a reason someone gets stranded in the middle of nowhere. Here in reality, it could mean a totaled car. And if you hit something worse than a deer, it can easily turn into something that looks like a cryptid story.

I've never had an accident with a deer, but I've heard plenty of stories. Hitting an animal with a car is almost a rite of passage like seeing a tornado is, out here. And that animal is usually a deer during rut season.

I was not so lucky. If you find a cryptid story that matches this description, do let know.

It was dusk and I was on my way home. I had my highbeams on, careful to watch for deer as I always did. It wasn't enough.

A blur came barreling across the road, slammed into the front of my car before I even got a good look at it. It felt like it was going at least 40 mph. It hit the car way harder than it should have for its size.

I was 17 and all alone in the middle of nowhere, at least a dozen miles from either village. In the dark, my mind raced with ideas of what I could have hit.

It looked like nothing I'd ever seen before, and way faster than deer. As fast as a bird, but I didn't see any wings. It ran like a cat, but I had never seen a wild cat in all my life. We don't really get them out here. Occasionally we hear coyotes, but the face shape area of the blur i briefly saw, was wrong. There was definitely no snout.

There was no sound. I wondered if I killed it. I wondered if it was bleeding out and broken in front of my car. I wondered if it would come around the car and seek revenge for crossing its path.

I wondered in silence, hearing nothing.

I stayed in my car until help arrived in the form of my poor tired step-dad. He was convinced I had been on my phone. Because how else could my car be THIS messed up.

The headlights on one side were completely shattered, and the bumper fell off.

But the thing I hit? Or rather, hit me?

It was nowhere to be found. Not even a speck of blood. We looked at the ditches and still nothing.

Everyone I tell this story to, insists it was a bobcat, bc they are sturdy, and can often run off after being hit. Logically it makes sense.

But in the 2 years I drove on Old Highway 50, I never saw anything like it before, or ever again.

Writing fanfic as a non-US citizen like

[darlingpwease]

...oops??

Oh? I'm always happy when I don't have things to do at the moment. I usually just have some 'me' time or hang out with friends lol. sloth darling, so sweet <33,, /t

(RIGHT?! I tried to convince them yesterday that it was stupid. One guy in our group is at the top of the class, and he's the one who suggested it originally, saying we could try to do an avant garde thing with what we have or change it all together [both which are BAD IDEAS WITH WHAT WE HAVE SO FAR] and because he's at the top of the class, some other group members were like 'oh, okay then, if he can do it so can we' as if completely forgetting that this one guy has years of experience compared to us?? The others decided to just go along with it. Its just– I– AHH i'm a little stressed hahA)

By the end of this, I'm going to have to listen either way, I'm going to crash and I'll happily enjoy it lol

IM SORRYY :'□

...you think so?? ..mwah??

fertangerine?? what's that?? oh, so you are trying to kill me???

-panna cotta

nope, it won't work on me, honhon /t /j

... I'm just lying under a blanket in an embrace with plush,,,, my socializing and my "my" time is classified as "working" time</3 I am too intraspersonal intellectual not to consider "let's deal with ourselves :333" as another processing for which, moreover, I am not paid (which is also a huge omission) oh shush,,, don't make me blush; you've been too smooth lately, even more than usual,,,,,, (⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝)

(I just hope that the score from this project doesn't affect yours too much, because it sounds like you decided to bet everything on zero in the casino, since the luckier guy is sure that you will be lucky. it's okay to take risks when you know it won't get any worse, but what's the point of increasing the risk if it's not entirely clear if it's not a high risk with a low reward,,, in the book "the art of war" it was said that it is not worth moving when it is not profitable, and here your case fits perfectly with this phrase sjgdhdgdhhd<///3 in the end, the guy in any case has a low chance of risk, since he is already good and one project will not affect anything, but I don't quite understand why the others agreed. it's a little too selfish for a group project when you all depend on each other, while for some it can seriously affect the assessment, but just make sure you don't get too nervous in the process, okay? I'm sure everything will be fine, but in any situation, try to stay confident and relaxed, control your face and speak loudly — even if something goes wrong, don't think that it's your loss; you should always keep your line to the end and perform solo, regardless of how others performed~ in any case, you are a smart little thing and worked great, don't give your resources too much, it's not your responsibility that they decided to radically change and that they obliged you — this is not exactly how teamwork should work<3 try to relax and have fun when you can neither destroy nor lead~)

hehehe~ then I'm looking forward to this moment so that you finally start taking care of yourself, even if the reason wasn't very good~ /t /hj

I can't. you don't even keep our memories together; surely you only remember about our babies when I speak, don't you? terrible, terrible. how can I forgive you?... only if you tell me that you agree to the terms of that list >:33333 /hj /ht THESE ARE YOUR OWN WORDS I just changed them a little<3

I mean, birds and an earthy shade? why not snails then? or blue? why so uncertain?... are you there kissing someone else??? /hj /t

oh! have you never eaten this? it's very tasty; to do this, you need to take handsome little Ferris, who hasn't grown too much yet due to lack of sleep, and put him on tangerine slices!!! very delicious😋❤︎ especially good if he is nervous about some things at this moment or tired!!! of course, embarrassed is best, but then he makes you want to just squeeze him, so I prefer scared :/// /t /j 🤨🤨🤨of course, otherwise why wouldn't I let the project do it? if you die, then only crushed in my pocket or in my arms, NOTHING else can do it🫤🫤🫤 /hj /ht

[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

Dating JJ Maybank includes:

- surfing surfing surfing 

- even if you dont know how to surf you'll wake up early in the morning to watch him surf 

- it's like a must at this point 

- if its not everyday, then its at least 4 times a week... 

- late night visits odfknklfzv

- he'd just randomly knock on your bedroom window at 10pm just to steal a kiss from you 

- if you were feeling generous you'd let him stay for a while 

-...or for the night

*knock* *knock*

"JJ! what are you doing here?"

"just came to make sure my girl is getting her beauty sleep. oh would you look at that! she's awake, now come on!" 

*lifts you up and flops on the bed* 

- i dont know why, but he gets so so soft when you guys cuddle 

"you're so warm mmhm" and he snuggles further into your chest

- he'd mumble incoherent words since he always laying on tops of you

"i mishhed ya so mushhch today"

"your shhweater is very comfy"

"can we stay like this forever? pleashhe"

- he'd get so grumpy once you stop playing with his hair, oh my god 

- either its because you wanted to grab something or send a quick text, the pout is there in a millisecond 

"y/nnnn" whining his ass off until you comb his hair again 

- he loves loves lovessss giving you massages

- whenever you were stressed about school or studying, without any context, he'd get up and sit behind you doing wonders with his hands (not in that way u horny mfs) 

"you okay, baby?"

"yeah yeah im fine, math is just pissing me off" you sighed, aggressively flipping through the pages. suddenly, you felt hands on your shoulders and your chair going backwards. 

JJ pushed you infront so he could sit down behind you and placed you on top of him, slowly massaging the tight knots on your aching back.

"thank you" 

"anytime" and he kissed your shoulder. 

- oh yes. JJ LOVES to hear you gossip about the petty girls in school. since he usually skips classes, he's not present when the dramatic confrontations happen

- but he'd get so into it. his eyes would widen, and he'd absentmindedly move forward as if he could hear your words better, and he'd gasp everytime you spill the tea.

*major dramatic adorable gasp* "jessica said WHAT?"

"I KNOW RIGHT? and she even heard a rumor from aaron that he heard from veronica that she heard from haley that she heard from ALLISON that he never really liked chloe AND HE CONTINUED DANCING WITH ALLISON THE ENTIRE NIGHT"

*another major dramatic adorable gasp* "NO WAY" he gulped  "THAT SON OF A BITCH"

"I KNOW"

- holding hands 

- holding hands 

- holding hands 

- idk if you could tell 

- but JJ loves holding hands ofposdpo

- its the simplest way for him to say he loves you 

- especially when he squeeze your hands 3 times every once in a while when you guys get lost in a conversation with someone 

- its him telling you that he's here and you're never leaving his mind 

 - he'd spank you for no reason always giving you a shit eating grin after

- and its so  A N N O Y I N G

- omg dont get me stAaAaaArted on hugs and kisses and cuddles and every form of affection ever 

- not only did it surprise you, but it surprised JJ himself of how affectionate he is 

- not in a lust kind of way but in a loving, comforting kind of way 

- holding you by the waist at all times 

- slightly gripping you a bit harder when some guy randomly talks- flirts with you (JJ is determined by it but you shrug it off)- to you 

- he loves holding you (with both hands) by your waist and resting his head on your shoulder 

- especially in the morning, when he forces you to go to the beach with him, just staring at the sunrise. 

- it was definitely worth it. 

"look at those birds" you pointed at he birds flying away just above the shining horizon, hugging your boyfriend's arms that were wrapped around your shoulders "they look..so free" you sighed, closing your eyes.

"that'll be us one day, babe" he rested his head on the crook of your neck, kissing it occasionally.

- one of his favourite cuddling positions is when he has his arms wrapped loosely around your lower stomach while you hugged him like a koala with a leg draped over his torso

- makes his heart flutter more than he shamefully admits. but hey, its you we're talking abt.  

- or when he suddenly flops on top of you (not throwing all his weight on you of course) and lay on top of you, both hands wrapping around you like he's hugging a teddy bear as his legs were in between yours. 

- he'd normally do this when he's sad or when he gets in a fight with his dad. there's just something about being wrapped by your arms and inhaling your scent that feels so safe and comforting for him. 

"hard day" your voice was soft, your fingers brushed his golden locks 

"a little" he sniffled quietly, hugging you tighter

- his little kisses 

- omg the one where you're listening to your teachers rant about how much shit you guys have to do now that your 'older' and he'd take your hand under the desk, which gets your attention 

- you'd look at him and he'd give you these 'you'll be okay' smiles, then kisses your knuckles repeatedly to assure you. 

- it would always warm the pogues hearts, kie and pope would look at eachother with a pout and John B would smile at his best friend. 

- now the pogues wont admit it, but they ship you. they're definitely the captains of the ship 

- oh my god how can i forget? 

- you can't date JJ without his friends annoying the shit out of him!

- well its not like JJ ever dated before

- maybe thats why they annoy him even more

"aww look at JJ getting all soft" 

"yeah im sorry, man, but it does not look good on you" 

"cUdDle CudDleS cUddLeS" 

- they'd mock and mock and mock 

- maybe that's why he would make sure no one was home before he goes all soft mode 

- he'd get so nervous when meeting your parents 

-well to his friend's he'd shrug it off as if it's nothing

- that was until it was the day before meeting them he woke them up and ranted his ass off about how unprepared and terrified as shit 

- you sensed it immediately the day of and told him everything will be alright, holding his hands reassuringly 

"im wayy too overdressed, babe. this is itchy!!!" JJ whined scratching his neck 

"for the last time maybank, ITS A GODDAMN FLANNEL" 

- eating out at 2 in the morning>>>>>>>>>

- well you started it but now JJ loves it 

- at first he got pissed, wanting his beauty sleep but he obviously agreed to it. 

- but now anytime he couldn't sleep or felt hungry. he'd nudge you awake and ask what you wanna order from McDolnalds this time. 

- you guys would try a bunch of fast food places that are opened 24hrs 

-one time you guys tried sushi...

- i mean it was delicious, but do not recommend eating it at 2 in the fucking MORNING

 - now back to the sappy shit 

- he'd look at you so differently than when he looks at others 

- he even never looked at his loved ones like that 

- that's when he knew there was something different about you

- and every time he tried to ignore it

- the voice in his head always wins 

- let's go back to the first time he said the L word shall we?

"so yeah, the whales looked so adorable! you should've seen them kie!" 

"ugh why didn't you force me to come dipshit!"

"well im sorry for caring about your grades and your space idiot!" y/n shot back, snorting causing kie to laugh with her. 

- all JJ did was stare, look at her, admire her, it was addicting. 

- he admired how passionate and attached she was with the ocean 

- how her eyes sparkled 

- how her smile radiated so much comfort energy that it made him subconsciously smile. 

-all he heard was 

i love you 

i love you 

i love you 

- over and over again in his head. 

when kie excused herself to the bathroom y/n looked at him, she was smiling coz why not? i mean she's with her friends and boyfriened, the weather was to die for, and she just witnessed a family of whales swimming. life was perfect, and she was glowing. 

"what?" she chuckled nervously 

i love you 

i love you 

i love you

"i love you"

i love you

i lov-

"what?" her smile stretched, eyes widened in disbelief 

"what?" JJ looked at her confused, he didn't say anythi- shit. 

"i said that out loud didn't i" he closed his eyes and prayed to the god he never believed in to let the ground swallow him whole. 

- but you literally jumped on him and kissed him. 

- you kissed him 

and kissed him 

and kissed him 

saying i love you between each one. 

- THE JJ maybank confessed his love for a girl

"y-you do?" HIS eyes widened this time, smile slightly 

*slap on the back of his head* "of course i do, dipshit" you retorted, causing both of you to break out in laughter 

- and ever since then, he could't stop saying it!

- dropping you off at class 

"bye babe, i love you" he says so casually and effortlessly. like you guys were together for years 

- in the middle of class 

*nudges your shoulder* ''babe'' he whispered''

''whats?'' you replied, annoyed.

''i love you'' he said kissing your cheek before the teacher notices and goes straight to his notes leaving you a blushing mess. 

- when you're making food 

- when he's surfing 

- when you're texting 

- literally anytime any place and any where 

- and you wouldn't change a thing about it. 

[thenastyotherblog]

Hello!!! Can you maybe write some hc's of Hizashi having a partner who takes care of them a lot and loves giving them gifts, thank you!!!

A caring Partner whose love language is gift giving? Oh, yes, that shit is good.

Hopefully these are ok! I have fun writing them!

Present Mic with a Caring/Gift Giver Partner

Having three jobs is a heavy tool, so Mic appreaciates anything you do to make his routine easier for him.

He is grateful even for the little things you do for him daily, things like:

Making him breakfast every morning.

Arrange Mic's hair/skin routine in advance and in order -lets be real that hair must take a long time to style, so he is very thankful when he gets in the bathroom and you already put all the products, hairbrushes, combs out for him.

Having all his things ready for him -car keys, school stuff, throat spray.- for when he heads out.

When you help him warm up his voice before leaving.

You dont let him go if he doesnt and seriously he thinks you are so adorable when you stop him right in the door and ask him to warm up.

Making him wear a jacket + scarf combo when its too cold outside

Or remind him to take water when its too hot.

Mic prefers your cooking over eating on the UA's cafeteria.

Cant wait to see what you make for him everyday -and you never dissapoint-.

Absolutely brags about it with everyone, specially when you make his food in a funny/cute shape.

Thinks its adorable when you check on him before and after his show.

"Dont forget to take water! Love you! see you at home!"

Mic usually gets home very late and while he doesnt want you to miss any sleep waiting for him, it certainly makes his entire day when you do.

His heart just flutters when you welcome him home.

I feel like he appreaciates more when you take care of him after long days.

Days where he just dont or cant do anything beside probably crawl to bed and pass out from exahustion.

Helping him grade all the assigments he couldnt do because hero work.

Mumbles words of appreciation while you lead him to a warm bath, almost falling asleep as you help him wash his hair.

Checking his vocal cords yet again.

Patching him up if he comes back injuried.

"Im sorry Songbird"

"Shh is ok Zashi, Im glad you came back safe"

Reassuring him that he is never too loud, or annoying.

He sometimes need to hear those words.

Sending him pictures of little trinkets that reminds you of him.

"Look Zashi! Is you!" Mostly with a picture of something with birds -specially parrots or cockatoos- attached.

Keeps all the small gifts- small plushies or figurines, keychains- you gave him on his desk and he is running out of space for them.

There was this time you bought him a bright yellow parrot pattern tie. -look at me in the eye and tell me he wouldnt wear it-

Oh you better believe he uses it every fancy hero event he goes.

Most of his coworkers -Aizawa Im talking about him- believes the tie is horrendous but that aint stopping him to wear it.

Goes in a rant about the lastest thing you gave him.

"YO! Check out this sick keychain my partner gave me!"

Is surprised and a bit nervous when you get him expensive stuff out of nowhere.

Such like vinyls or new leather jacket.

Did he forgot an important date? You guys anniversary? Birthday??? He is rummaging his brain to remember what day it is.

"BABE WHATS THE OCATION??! THIS IS EXPENSIVE!"

"None? I been saving a bit! You been looking for this one havent you?"

Tears up, promising you to get you something back.

You want to really make this man weep?

HANDMADE GIFTS.

Doesnt matter what it is, or how well they are made, he will absolutely love anything you made for him.

Proudly wears the first scarf you knit for him even when its all wonky or way too long.

You have made him many others since but he says that one is his favorite.

Has a collection of bead bracelets to choose from.

Little knitted plushies.

These are the gifts he keeps the most on his desk, cuz they remind him of you most.

I bet Mic would a sucker for scrapbooks where you collect souvenirs from dates you had.

Of course, the classic mixtape.

If you take the time and patience to make an actual tape and not like a spotify list he is gonna be all over you for weeks.

[homeofhousechickens]

im on a fb poultry page and today i noticed a ton of ppl asking about reputable hatcheries and in every post at least one person recommended cackle hatchery. do you know of any groups that are any good? no hate to the group but it just turns my stomach to see so many people referring to big industrial hatcheries as reputable just bc they didn't ship dead birds :/

I would say that i dont trust any company "hatchery" unless they focus on breed genetic preservation and health over production. Some private breeders call themselves hatcheries but its up to you the buyer to decide if that means they a legitimate passionate breeder. I just dont look at hatcheries at all anymore and only communicate with private breeders.

What sucks about chicken groups on Facebook is that hatcheries have tried very very hard to replace private breeders in the minds of the public and people who dont look at the bigger picture and only see chickens as egg machines that they will just buy more of when they stop laying just dont care to educate themselves on how important sustainable poultry keeping is. Hatcheries provide a ton of breeds and all you have to do is order them from one place and its not that expensive either (because these birds are not high quality and are considered replaceable) so people just rather go with a hatchery then putting the work to find a good breeder of the chicken breeds they want who are actually preserving and bettering those breeds. In a way companies like Purina have done the same with chicken feed basically influencing people to stop trying to find local feed mills that usually have good quality and even local ingredients

And really it isnt any lay persons fault. Hatcheries really dont want people looking at their breeding pens or have people question them. All i can find that helps is when someones flock gets sick, has behavioral issues, or isnt up to breed standard is to ask where the birds were sourced and if its a hatchery educate them on how hatcheries produce birds. (And offer advice for the problem of course)

Personally im not active in the big chicken groups and really just my local ones and i know i have been able to change people minds with just educating and helping out while ignoring and blocking die hard hatchery fans. When someone asks for a hatchery reccomendation i tell them to try to find a local breeder or a breeder who will ship instead.