#lockdown birding

[tiny-tf-faces]

Ok, time for the Angy Birds crossover. This is gonna be a long one

And last and most certainly least-

Skipigdi toilet

[tequiilasunriise]

shoutout to Arryn Zech fer voicing the gayest purple/black sapphics ever like call that shit The Birds and The Bees™️

This shit is just SO funny like rwby may be dead (fingers crossed it’s not tho!!) but it the fact that it posthumously infects other completely unrelated fandoms is so alfkskgkwkd to me

[nico-di-genova]

Dad!Alex snippet for Nolan’s bday :)

"You don't have to do this still, you know," Nolan says, even as he smiles, looking at the spread of breakfast food before him with frizzy curls catching the sunlight that streams in from his bedroom window.

His hair is always a mess in the morning, askew and tangled from all the shifting around he does in his sleep. Alex used to sit beside him until he fell into restless slumber, back when Nolan was ten and still plagued by nightmares and Alex was a terrified twenty-four year old who had no idea how he was going to raise him. Nolan doesn't look like that little kid anymore, it's making Alex feel old.

He shrugs, "You only turn twenty once."

"You said the same thing about nineteen, and eighteen, and every year before that,” Nolan laughs.

"It's true," Alex points out, motions at the donut with the candle stuck in the top beside the spread of pancakes and eggs and fruit that he'd placed on a tray and deposited in Nolan's lap after waking him up. He may have gone overboard with the breakfast this year.

"Blow out your candle."

[diablo1776]

The rumor is the reason why the current Administration is allowing a massive flood of military age illegal males across the border. Is that the majority of them have been trained by UN forces to do what our first responders will not do once the new lockdowns are imposed. Sure it's InfoWars news, but Alex Jones was right about 911 for what it's worth.

[roserefrain]

lovely linnet and kestrel comm by layzertag! my new boyyyyys

[aressida]

[demisexualnathanvuornos]

Dinah Lance/ Black Canary (Jurnee Smollett-Bell) in Birds of Prey and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn (2020) trailers

Directed by Cathy Yan Written by Christina Hodson

[sissytobitch10seconds]

Every new Florence + The Machine song that I stumble upon grabs my brain in a death grip and won’t let go

[ellieellieoxenfree]

and the worse that it was, the better it will be you held onto the tail and that′s a victory all this talk of how to be happy -- but not a little content

[celestial-sapphicss]

sksksksksksk these songs are the only reason i HAVE Spotify on my phone lol. had these been on prime music I'm sure I'd have heard them everyday 😩

[hypnosiacon-archived]

Uh, can y have some pronouns(1°, 2° and 3°) related to dating sims daek themes(like, stalking, gore, killing etc)? <:)

@gender-mail

ah ah ah, we haven't opened requests yet~

[suara-rakyat-blog]

Terbaru dari Australia.

Australia menjadi Hub testing next plandemik.. Terbaru Australia meluluskan persediaan pengurungan rakyat secara tentera (martial act). Jika tidak patuh lockdown bg persediaan next plandemik. (bird flu).

[msaprilsky]

Breaking News! World's Next Big Threat Has JUST Begun

[grargll]

please I need to know what song you listened to over 10000 times

Wait For Me - AlicebanD It's not even that GOOD idk why my brain latched so hard onto it

[woso-dreamzzz]

Carnival

Mary Earps x Child!Reader

Summary: Mary takes you to the carnival

Lockdown was both the bane of Mary's existence and the best thing in the world.

The worst thing because it meant confusion and fear and no football for a while. The best thing because it brought her you.

She fostered at first before moving to adoption when she found that she couldn't be parted from you.

With the lockdowns tentatively over now, things had started opening up again.

Like the carnival.

"They're rigged," You tell her.

You're still little but you speak well for your age, well advanced when compared to any of your peers.

"Rigged?" Mary laughs," Where've you heard that word?"

"I read it," You say," In a book."

"Oh. I forgot I was taking a genius out."

You make a little noise of acknowledgement before turning back to the carnival game.

It's most definitely rigged.

All of them are.

This one is one of those basketball toss games where you know the ring is only just wide enough for the ball to get through. If the throw isn't perfect then it'll hit the rim and bounce away.

Mary is looking at it with concentration though and you snag her belt loops, tugging lightly.

You hadn't meant to stop in the first place but you'd caught sight of one of the prizes.

One shot in got you a keychain.

Two shots got you a little inflated ball.

Three in meant the prize was a small toy.

Four was a medium sized toy.

Five was a big toy.

The big toys are displayed at the very top of the game. A lot of them a bears or big puppies but a handful of them are birds. They're in lots of different colours.

Yellow seems to be the most prominent colour but then it's pink. The one that caught your eye is blue though.

You like the look of it a lot but you also know the odds of winning it are slim to none.

Five perfect shots in a row is very difficult especially when the backing board behind the hoop is angled at a way that means if the ball hits it, it won't go into the hoop in the slightest.

"Mary," You say, tugging," Let's go."

Mary doesn't move though. "You want the bird?"

"Yes."

"Then let's try."

"No."

"You don't even want to try?"

You shake your head, scuffing your foot into the dirt. "It's not worth it, Mary."

"Would it make you happy though?"

"Yes."

"Then let's try."

"But-"

"Come on, birdie," Mary says," We'll try a few rounds and if we get it, we get it but if not that's fine too."

It costs five pounds for five balls and Mary fails abysmally for her first round.

It stokes something in her though, especially when your eyes dart away from the toy with every missed shot.

You've had a rough go of it, Mary thinks as she pays for another few rounds. Before her, you'd had a failed adoption. The couple had wanted you but then the wife had gotten pregnant and they realised what they actually wanted was a biological child.

It had fallen through and you'd bounced for a few days before being fostered by Mary.

She'd worked hard with you on understanding that she wasn't going to abandon you. She'd worked hard to get you to accept her as a maternal role in your life.

But that illusive word still evaded her.

She didn't need it, not truly. She knew what you thought of her and you knew what she thought of you.

She'd do anything for your happiness, including draining her bank to win you this stupid blue bird.

Your eyes had lit up when you'd seen it but you seemed fairly realistic for such a little kid.

These games were rigged but Mary refuses to let that stop her.

You want this stupid bird.

She'll get you this stupid bird.

Her hands are sweaty as she grabs her last ball. The others, surprisingly, have all gone in after nearly fifteen rounds of this stupid carnival game and it slowly dawns on her that this is the last shot.

She wipes her hands on her shirt.

"Mary?" You say and she looks down at you," Are you okay?"

"I'm just fine, birdie. One last shot and we can get your bird."

You glance down bashfully, fingers still threaded around her belt loop. "It's okay if you can't make it. We can go on the teacups instead."

Mary frowns, dropping to her knee so she can cradle your cheek in one of her big hands. "You don't want the bird?"

"I do," You say," But...I don't want you to feel bad if you can't get it in."

"Trust me," Mary says," I just want to make you happy."

You look into her eyes, searching for any hint of untruthfulness in them but you find none. You nod. "You should move slightly to the left," You say," And spread your fingers out a little more."

"Thanks, birdie."

She does as you've said and shoots.

The ball goes in and Mary breathes out a sigh of relief, already leaning over the counter to talk to the poor minimum wage worker that's had to sit through all her attempts.

"Yeah," She says," The bird. The blue one. Up top. Yeah, that one."

He has to get a big stick with a hook on the end to get it off and Mary takes it from him triumphantly.

She presents it to you and you gently stroke your hand over the fur.

She's still holding it but you bypass your new favourite toy completely, moving to hug her as tightly as you can.

"Thank you, Mummy."

Mary tries not to let you finally saying the 'm' word affect her, forcing back the tears that want to fall as she hugs you back, raining kisses onto the top of your hair.

"It was my pleasure, birdie."