#i think thats magpie

[monets-pixels]

the quads are aging up so I can send them to boarding school too

[theamazingmr-j]

just from that one shot alone in the dts trailer, i knowwwww they’re gonna make oscar a villian, i just know it. do i care at all? FUCK NO!!!!! i will support him ALWAYS, especially if he lets himself be evil “oh but oscar is fucking up his teammates races like monza 2024” ok and? i support it. lets get fucked up and evil king cmon now

[windupaidoneus]

i know i said good night on main. i Lied. to you. yes you. (clasps hands together) the furries. let's think about them some more why don't we. you know i kinda think hancock could be a civet or something. i think his basic pick would be aaa fox (have not decided on the subspecies but i feel like that would be a fun thing to determine for him) & less uncommon pick would be civet. & THEN we can start assigning him more interesting ones like a magpie or perhaps a bee or ant (he is industrious). a turtle would be cool too

[wolfeyedwitch]

When it's 3 years after the fact and you realize that you accidentally helped a friend name a character Tim Drake.

*facepalm*

To be fair, it's a nickname? But still. When my friend went "hey what should my character Septimus's last name be?"

I said "Drake," because fantasy setting, and it sounds cool, and why not.

It wasn't until later that we got into the whole "Septimus is kind of a mouthful, what would people actually call him?"

And that's when Tim came up as a nickname.

And I put NONE OF THIS ALL TOGETHER until just recently when reading Batfam fics because that's the rabbit hole my current fandom fixation went down via crossover introductions a la dpxdc.

I think I need to go hide in shame now.

[gammija]

This may be a silly question, but what does the acronym TMAGP actually stand for??

oh that's easy, Thousands Many-legged Ants Give-a Performance

(rlly, it's just The MAGnus Protocol! tmp was taken and i didnt like the look/sound of tmap (its not 'the map' smhsmh). Tma episodes are labeled as 'MAG###' so tmagp keeps a bit of that in as well. And a 5-letter acronym is v unlikely to cause a tagging conflict with another fandom in the future, esp with that G in there)

[gongedtornado]

KANGA THE TERRIBLE.

(ramblings in tag)

[mc-260627]

Ampelope deep state manifesting 796.59 voters out of thin air for this singular poll against objectively better thunderhead savanna enemy and my dear Tumblr mutual dire vulture

[whimsicalsesquipedalian]

Y’all, how was I today years old when I found out that THIS is what Eurasian Magpies look like?

Like all along Enid Blyton was describing these adorable little bastards twittering across the moorlands, and my uneducated Australian arse has been here the whole time imagining these beady eyed mother-fuckers

Like, I knew there was a difference…

But THIS

Unacceptable.

[wyrmthrice]

I drew a whole buttload of ocs (and some not ocs) for a new desktop bg for me :3

[dahyun]

bison hangin out at a hotel

[dapper-comedy]

“Once upon a time, there were the wolves, and the hunters. Now, the wolves, as you well know, are of the most esteemed nobles and founders of Midsummer Meadows, and we should be so thankful! But back then, they were not quite as fortunate.”

“Well, you mentioned hunters, so I would imagine so.”

The old, weathered hare turned a glare towards Adelaide, and the mouse instantly retreated to her little notepad, pencil scribbling as if something else took her attention completely. The house sounded with rain lightly pattering the roof, wind rudely tapping against the windows; and yet the crackle of the fireplace promised warmth and safety as old hare Liesel let out a quiet harrumph, sinking herself back into her worn red chair.

“If you were half as patient as you were sharp, you’d have gotten the whole story by now, miserable urchin.” She muttered, her paws folding across her stomach, feet extending towards the fire. Adelaide was quite warm enough, her cup of tea (poured out of an obligatory hospitality) already lukewarm now, and untouched, but perhaps a chill in one’s bones came with old age. 

“So... the wolves and the hunters?” The mouse prompted. Liesel made a nasty sound, waving a dismissive paw.

“Yes, yes. The wolves and the hunters. It was miserable times, then. The wolves were mighty, but the hunters outnumbered them. For years upon years, they hunted the wolves, slaughtering them, chopping their heads off, until they kenneled the wolves into a pen. Released like toys, every winter to run, and they would hunt them again. A cruel, vicious cycle.”

Liesel stared into the crackling and popping flames, eyes half-lidded and for a moment, Adelaide was fearful she would fall asleep. But the hare continued.

“It was years of slaughter. Years of hunters playing games, laughing, tossing the bodies of their prey outside the pens, while flinging their heads inside to frighten the new pups that would be born. Until enough was enough. The head of the most esteemed family here, Lord Octavius Levisay, was gifted a dream-”

“A dream?” Adelaide interrupted, leaning forward in her seat eagerly. Her eyes had that glimmer to them, and her whiskers twitched in excitement, “From who?”

“Well, little urchin, if you waited, you might find out!” Liesel snapped. The mouse let out a huff of exasperation, settling down as the old woman cleared her throat.

“As I said, Octavius Levisay was gifted a dream, from Pan himself- You heard me!” She interrupted herself, as if anticipating Adelaide’s next words, and true enough, the mouse was near trembling with emotion. “From Pan himself. He was instructed to take the bodies of the previous prey thrown, and pluck them of their fur. From that, they would craft scarves, imbued with the magic of Pan, that would allow them to tie their heads to their necks. Then, once these scarves were crafted, and held their heads to their necks, on the first night of winter, when they would be released for the hunters to ready themselves in the morning, they would hide their scarves among the bodies in the pen, and run. When they would be hunted, as they would be, their heads thrown into the pen, they would take their scarves, tying their heads to their necks, and run once more- for good. Octavius did not say where, but if it was word from Pan, then it was a blessing they would not refuse.”

“And so, they crafted their scarves, fur glistening with magic of Pan, and the love of their lost ones, and on the first night of winter, they hide their scarves among the decapitated bodies. They were hunted, one by one, their heads chopped, and thrown into the pens. Until they were all found and the hunters ended their hunt early, for there was a blizzard approaching. But this did not stop the wolves.”

Liesel let out a sigh, her lungs whistling like a moth-eaten pipe, and her shoulders hunched up higher, her twitching nose buried in the scarf she wore indoors. 

“Taking their scarves and wrapping them around their necks, they escaped into the night. Their fresh blood stained the scarves scarlet, but did not drip. Octavius led the pack, of course, but it was not an easy journey. Even a trip or fall would cause a wolf to stumble, their head tumbling from their neck, which made them realize something. Pan had not promised the longevity of the magic- gods can be fickle like that.” The hare leaned up from her chair, spitting into the fire, earning a faint sizzle, but nothing else.

“Once their heads fell from their necks, that was it. The magic of the scarves would not bring them back. Many were lost in that blizzard, staining the snow, only to be covered by it once more by the merciless winds. But they continued. Octavius was determined to find a home and safety for his family, and for all beasts and creatures.”

There was a silence, Liesel staring into the fire, and Adelaide looked up from her notepad at last, noting the pregnant pause. This time, she made no prompt or push to continue, letting the silence settle, and making the most of the tea she’d been offered (making a face when she found it now cold).

“The Levisay descendants of today don’t know how exactly they found it. There are many different versions of that part. Some say that on the first day of spring, when the blizzard cleared, crocus sprouted into a path, and led them here. Others say that they stumbled onto a river of ice, it broke, and drifted them to the Meadows.  No one really knows. But they found it. Home. Midsummer Meadows. Of course, they named it different back then- the Equinox Fields, being spring and all. They changed it once they found the wall and the Beings behind it.”

Adelaide cleared her throat, as if asking permission to finally speak, and though Liesel seemed displeased, she waved a paw and thus it was given.

“Could you explain why the Levisay family still wear red scarf-like accessories today? Is it to honor their ancestors and Octavius, or-?

At this, the hare’s eyes gleamed, and a wicked grin crossed her features as she leaned forward in her slumped position (Adelaide was near convinced she’d slide off, relieved the hare was moving up). Her voice lowered, and so the mouse leaned closer, nose twitching at the smell of cabbage and sharp peppermint.

“You didn’t hear it from me,” Liesel whispered, her voice rushed in excitement, “Some call it a curse, others call it a consequence. It’s said that each Levisay born was born with their heads detached. They claim it’s tradition, but my great grandmother worked for them years ago, so I know! I know! It’s unclear why! Whether it be the fickleness of gods, the consequence of dodging death, or the residue of magic in their blood from their scarves... No one knows. But why else do those wolves remain clear of hazards, and keep their scarves and shawls, and dainty little handkerchiefs tied so tightly?”

Adelaide lowered her notepad to her lap, astonished. For a moment, she joined Liesel as they both stared into the fireplace. The history of Midsummer Meadows weighed heavy in her mind, questions occasionally springing up, but none spilling from her lips. Absent-mindedly she sipped at the cold tea, until, as she opened her mouth to speak-

Liesel made another nasty noise, waving her paw once more, as if waving Adelaid away. The mouse blinked blankly, baffled as to what the old hare could want, until her ears twitched- the sound of rain and wind no longer there. The only sound the house cradled was the crackle of the fireplace.

“Well.” Adelaid spoke, her word carrying some finality in it. 

Liesel did not move or speak.

“Thank you, Miss Liesel, for the history lesson.” Adelaide tried again. The hare continued to stare into the fire.

Hopping off her chair, she folded her notepad, and slipped it inside her satchel, before clearing her voice and nodding a farewell, though whether Liesel saw it or not, it was unclear. 

The mouse exited the cottage, taking a deep breath of fresh air.

The sun shone down once more on Midsummer Meadows.

[zapsoda]

there is a very nonimportant character named pica in this book and every time she is referenced all i can think of is the eating disorder why would you name a character that

[bonnibelleangelica]

An Australian PSA for Americans

I’m scared, people. Its come to my attention that some of you have no idea what Australia is like at all and genuinely believe we live in desert mud huts, cooking cans over a fire. So, here are some fun facts to give you a better understanding of Australia since I don’t want you thinking I’m an uneducated mud child.

1) Almost no one lives in the deserts. 90% of our populations live on the coasts (not just the east coast) in full blown, million-people cities. Imagine an American city, but everyone has a weird accent. Wifi, electricity, tiktok, teenage girls, techbros and even a few hundred Macdonald’s.

2) Kangaroos are like deer. They’re everywhere outside the cities, they don’t bother anyone and they eat grass in fields. Often times, we hit them with our cars. Possums climb our fences at night, foxes eat our chickens and magpies occasionally swoop us, though I’ve only experienced it twice.

3) It’s hot, but not that hot. We have green lawns and lakes, forests and rain storms, and in the summer, most people will only have to deal with temps of 30-35 degrees (85-95f). We dont generally get snow, but we get floods all the time.

4) Our politicians are racist too. We have a left and a right but our elections aren’t the game show yours seems to be. We also legally have to vote and everyone hates it.

5) Universal health care is cool. Sometimes emergency rooms are a little shit and our medicare doesn’t cover stuff perfectly, but as someone with multiple health problems, it’s not a health crisis by any means. Private cover is available anyway, so if you want to, u can pay for better shit.

6) Bali is our national holiday location. Everyone has been or will go at some point, its only a few hours away and everything is cheap as hell. Otherwise, bouncing between the coasts or from city to country and visa versa is the way to go.

7) A lot of Australians hate America. Some of it is fair, some of it isnt, but i thought you should know since apparently some people think everyone loves America. In my experience, the bias goes the other way.

8) Our version of rednecks are bogans. Flannel, cigarettes, beer bellies and questionable political correctness, we’ve got it all.

9) We also have a racist, problematic history of genocide and segregation. In my mothers life time, we used to steal aboriginal kids to force them to act white and “breed away the black.” Australia day (our 4th of July) is very controversial because its on the day the first real colonisation started. And at this point, a lot of people see celebrating it as support of the problematic undertones it represents. Australia flags are a relatively rare sight.

10) Lightning round! We have religion, but it isn’t really brought up very often. There are a few churches in every town, but thats it. We also don’t say the pledge of allegiance, or sing the national anthem unless its a special memorial day. Gun control has been in place for decades and most people are fine with that. And lastly, our car accident death rate is a third of America’s (adjusted for population) so maybe get on that.

If you knew all of this, thank god! I hope this is completely useless. If you didn’t know one of these, that’s fair. Maybe go follow some Australia creators and remember, there’s rich snobs and bigots in every corner of the globe.

[many-gay-magpies]

its 2 am. time to get weird with it

[heister-shmeister]

sniper headcanons

sniper has acute scoliosis

sniper has clinical depression

sniper has multiple rats nests in his hair that medic cut out while he was dead as a “favor”

autism

overly sweet things really bother his teeth and sensory stuff so thats why he likes black coffee

he also hates drinking plain water

hugely interested in bugs and taxidermy

he likes to laugh at really shitty taxidermy

he goes out of his way to look under rocks for bugs and pick them up

he shows bugs to scout and scout calls him gross. he does this purely to rouse scouts reaction bc he thinks its funny

when he wants someone to actually be joyous about his bug friends he shows pyro the gross ones and a drunk demoman the beautiful ones

uh oh! nicotine addiction beam!

he is morbidly interested in the stages of decomposition in animals and humans. on the barren roads around new mexico if he sees roadkill hes been guilty of pulling over just to inspect the damage

on this same note, he will slam the breaks if he sees a squirrel in the street

gods strongest scab picker. medic always slaps his hands if he catches sniper picking at scabs

i only say morning bc if it was a good morning id be fishing (he kinda likes fishing actually)

hes not great at carving wood but he tries his best and makes something thats pretty OK!

hes not scared to pick up a snake in the slightest

bro has not cleaned under his nails in a month and a half

he has a styrofoam cup full of dirt and worms he uses for fishing and its been there a minute and you can tell

unsuprisingly his van isnt fucking spotless

he has a lot of animal skulls around his van as trophies and keeps a few on his dashboard with the bobblehead and a mug

his dashboard is dusty as fuck and covered in trinkets

not horribly overwhelmed by smells because his nose is stuffy like all the time

crooked nose

one time he had scouts dog tags hanging from his rearview mirror for like 2 weeks because scout left them there

all of his clothing is over 10 years old and falling apart but he refuses to spend money on new clothes

he brushes his teeth twice a week and his toothbrush is nearly flattened

hes NOT a van of mint much if at all so he uses other types of toothpaste

majority of the trinkets on his dashboard are stolen junk the other mercs dropped that he picked up and never gave back like a magpie grabbing someones credit card

one of scout or soldiers kids was THE first baby he EVER held

hes shockingly good with animals and animals are shockingly chill with him despite it all

were he to exist in modern day he and scout would watch bluey together unironically

if the gangs out and about sniper will keep harry the cat in the van which leads to a lot of him awkwardly yelling at the fucker not to drink coffee

he has lost many good mugs to harry the cat or the other mercs, so scout made him a mug and it was so dogshit it couldnt hold liquid but every time scout came over sniper would use it and willingly spill steaming coffee all over the camper

one time he soldier and scout went on a fishing trip and he watched scout lose a fight with a fish and he brings it up entirely too often

sometimes in the middle of the night he hears something climb on top of his campervan and its always pyro doing some weird shit

most people he meets assume hes upwards of 32 but whenever he hits em with the “im 28” theyre stunned. he thinks its pretty funny but is also insecure about his appearance due to it all. part of why he is the way he is

he sucks at deciding what tone to use so a lot of the times its completely off somehow

the only “person” he goes out of his way to “start conversations” with is harry the fucking cat. he talks to that cat all the fucking time

when hes alone in his van or snipers nest he whispers little shitty jokes to himself and phrases only he finds funny to keep himself entertained. he usually gets into this habit for 5 minutes then straightens his back because he does not want a spy to know he does that

his van is kinda just “oh you can throw that anywhere” you know. his bed is covered in trinkets so theyre easy to grab. autistic nesting behavior

the passenger seat of his van is also full of stuff

his glovebox is spilling out napkins from every establishment under the sun

thats a gay man. thats a demisexual gay man

all of his miscellaneous skills and interests like fishing, bugs, hunting, taxidermy, woodcarving, amateur butchery, orthinology, very minimal mechanics, camping, survivalist stuff, perfectly average cooking, and everything is total compensation for not knowing how to talk to people at all

nobody liked him as a kid so he developed a billion hobbies to keep himself occupied without having to talk to people. he doesnt understand other people

[hanafubukki]

you said touch-starved lilia and all i could imagine is that hand gif from pride and prejudice with general lilia as he helps the one that's got his heart off a carriage/horse. or the present lilia as he helps you get off a tree–

"don't ask me how i got there," you say, looking everywhere but the chuckling fae man floating in front of you. you feel your face flushing red in embarrassment and try to dust your jacket off in an attempt to look nonchalant. you can't say 'i got stuck chasing the magpie that stole my favourite hairpin' and look cool while doing it, can you? you can't even accept his hand to get down without feeling like your heart is about to burst, tucked safe underneath your ribcage.

(he'd tear it open and grab your heart for himself if he could, but you don't know that. he can hear it, though, loud and fast like a hummingbird's wings beating next to his ears.)

"alright, precious, i won't ask. but be careful next time, hm? can't have you getting injured so close to our dorms. i don't think i'd be able to get a wink of sleep if we found you with a broken bone on our doorstep."

you nod and finally are able to jump down, his hand grasping yours tightly. it burns, somehow, even if you two wear gloves. as soon as your feet touch the ground, he lets go and you pretend to be fascinated with the grass.

you miss the way his hand clenches.

"be safe, okay?" is all he says. you nod, feeling free yet forlorn... and your heart is up in your throat. great seven. you think you might not be able to handle heights very well anymore (when in reality it's just that your heart cannot handle lilia).

lilia vanrouge walks towards the form at the same time you walk away from it.

(up in a window on the dorm, silver gives a fluffed-up magpie a pat on the head and sighs to himself. maybe next time he should ask the magpie to lure you to his father's room directly so you two kiss it out already.)

Shaking you Anonie shaking you Anonie 💞💞💞🫂🫂

Did you just say general Lilia and pride and prejudice ohhhh that would be such an amazing combo

And that hand scene!! With our lilia!! ROLLING AROUND BED OMG ABSJDKDKDK

The scene where it shows how affected Darcy is by Lizzie. Something like that with Lilia who hides how he feels but those minuscule movements give him awaaaayyy 🥰🥰

“he'd tear it open and grab your heart for himself if he could, but you don't know that. he can hear it, though, loud and fast like a hummingbird's wings beating next to his ears” THIISSS LIINNNEE 💞💞💞😫😫

You know Anonie?? I love the idea of Lilia (and faes) can hear your heartbeat. One of my fave headcanons. He loves hearing the reaction he gets from you. Just how strongly your heart beats for him 🥰🥰🥹🥹

SILLLVVVEERRR AS THE WINGMAN AHHH YESSS THATS SO CUTE 💞💞

When Silver tries to play matchmaker 😭😭 you know you two have been circling around each other for a long time ahhhhh now his son is trying to set him up 🥹🥹💞💞