#journal of a bird

[journalofabird]

What happened to the other 36 children that were born on October 1st 1989?

Why is Reginald Hargreeves an alien?

Why did Abigail say "Thanks for protecting me on the moon" to Luther?

Why was Jennifer inside a squid?

What happened to Sloane when all the others got to another timeline?

Without the comics, there are still so many questions left unanswered in the umbrella academy show itself.. and it's driving me crazyyy

[chickenpeep77]

In a dream, Marx had some disagreement with a giant (around human height) parrot. It wanted Marx's snacks. Marx got it teleported away somehow. It came back. It was teleported farther away. It frikin cut Marx's pastry supply line.

Bird needs to chill. Marx helped prevent you from having your wings clipped. Show some gratitude. Parrots shouldn't eat cupcakes and donuts anyways.

[silvirub]

Hello, February

[gudgurkan]

Captain of the guard

This one's for my upcoming fantasy journal book! I'm planning to add grayscale tones, story and stats to this image. The empty space is to make space for text 🤝

Kickstarter link

[erythriina]

I think if you put Piranesi into Area X he would wander off in a joyful daze of natural beauty and happily become an entire flock of birds in less than 24 hours, but if you put the Biologist into the House she would immediately start having the worst time humanly possible. Yes they are both scientists, yes they both have their names stolen from them, but in the end the Biologist simply does not have the connection to + awareness of herself/her place in the story to survive in the House without losing her mind; while Piranesi spends his entire book overjoyed to be the House’s blessed child, the Biologist spends her entire book doing her damndest to tell her own story without having to be in it

[aurosoul]

me and my bf rescued this budgie from outside and she was the sweetest thing EVER

[achestyx]

sidewalk sight: albino pigeon

went to buy cereal and saw an albino pigeon for the first time. They look neat :^)

spotted 09/03/22 drawn 10/21/22

[iphigeniacomplex]

[It is abominable, unquenchable by touch] by Diane Seuss

It is abominable, unquenchable by touch, closer to the sublime than sentimental, more animal than hominid, I've seen it in the eyes of birds weaving on a stem of ragweed, voracious, singular, there is no one like me, Dickinson in her narrow bed, her cold clenched hands, her penmanship unreadable, even following a recipe for black cake, her black cake came out strange, lusher than the template, and every freak I ever met had that same look in their eyes, armless, threading a needle with their lips and teeth, legless, rounding a corner on their cerulean cart, monarchic, imperious, wild, sad, and like every virgin queen, the need for love revolting and grand.

[intothevoidofmine]

happy bday jeff, ur my fav scorpio

[cottagecharm]

[journalofabird]

Have some Edwin Payne angst🤭

[justabirdy]

Okay, I have a Serious Request

Please consider following my Youtube and Ko-Fi. Both are free to do and will help me tremendously. Currently, I have just over 50 subscribers, but If I can reach 500 subscribers on Youtube maybe I can start monetizing a tiny bit there. My Ko-Fi is where I sell my art and stickers, following it would at least help keep the page active and may help influence some sales. Ultimately, please help me expand my reach.

Why it's more important now than ever

Earlier this week my hours were cut permenantly at work. There is a very serious threat that I will lose my job in the coming weeks or months. The powers that be have decided they need to save money and my position is realistically the one least important to daily operations.

Currently, I make just enough to keep afloat. My housing is employee housing and my student loan payments are lower because I work for the public. If I lose this job, I also lose both of those benefits and will be forced to move away. I'm already unsure how I'm going to cover bills as it is, but as a queer, trans person who is old enough they can no longer do heavy field work, I'm very nervous for my future. If all of my followers here subscribed to my youtube, I could be monetized in no time. It wouldn't be a lot, I wont lie, but income is income and it would help.

I know I cant offer much in return, but I can try to keep my livestream going as much as possible and keep making prints of my nature journals and even my photography if the interest is there. And I would be deeply grateful to anyone who would help me make ends meet while I figure life out.

Thanks for reading, please have this red-bellied woodpecker enjoying an orange for all your efforts,

[silvirub]

“No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.” ~William Blake

[totally-not-an-awkward-okapi]

Had a weird dream about Free Willy but trying to break an Angel(?) out of a government facility and honestly now I’m attached to this big anxious bird. Learning to fly is hard when you’re a gangly preteen.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

a lil good omens brainrotted update from your mascot

Hello my maggots it's nearly midnight here's how the brainrot's going (spoiler alert, there are no, uh, ripe braincells anymore).

I just spent a rather significant amount of time drawing leaves into my bullet journal (because it's Crowley themed this month).

That whole time I listened to first Crowley's apartment ambience and then to a bunch of Good Omens edits and got extremely emotional about it but in the best way. God I love this show.

Every day (it'S a-GEtTinG clOSeR) I have a stare-off with the Good Omens book that keeps me company on my desk.

It laughs in my face, daring me to read it.

I recall the last time I opened it (to summarise, I read a line about Crowley and burst into tears like the macho guy I am). I refuse.

We are locked in a battle of wills. Who will win, the book or I? I'm torn between wanting to read it so bad and the fear that I will never be emotionally stable again if I do.

Speaking of books, just for vibesies an update on the one I'm writing, I've written 7,200 words in the past six days (when I pulled the WIP out of its musty folder because of that post Neil made).

The page I made in the bullet journal was actually a writing tracker here lemme show y'all because I'm proud of the progress I made:

[Yes, that is the Good Omens book lurking in the top left, it's never far away. The battle is perpetual.]

Crowley quotesssss all the Crowley quotes I love them so much it's insane.

Also, I'm gonna go get yarn to I can continue my endeavour to learn crocheting to make a Crowley-beanie. @singalongpoppet is my guru and leader in this journey. Not sure if I'll manage it, but a guy can dream. Channeling my non-existent cottagecore era.

I am also considering getting a Plant.

Weirdly enough, this is not entirely brainrot, I was supposed to grow a plant back in January because my word thing of the year was Grow (the burden of prophecy is real).

However, I am dreadful at taking care of them, even succulents. I managed to kill a wild cactus that I brought home from a roadside. It survived several months but in the end being around me was too much for it, poor thing.

I assume there is a bit more to plant-parenting than misting them and screaming at them to GROW BETTER, so any advice, please?

End of update, I have no idea how to write conclusions so have a snapshot of the dynamic of Rian and Avi, the characters in the book I'm writing [spoiler alert: their dynamic is dumpster fire].

Love you my maggots have a wonderful brainrotted day xxx

[wastelandwild]

Roses, The Golden Bird, and dragonflies. A princess journal indeed!