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[johnnydany]

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[marsupials-of-mars]

Was thinking about @ckret2 's bill when i wrote this, but it applies to bill more generally. I think the main thing people pick up on, maybe subconsciously, about their bill that makes him feel so accurate is that he feels.

A lot of people (and most people are guilty of this including me whether they mean to or not) tend to write him as a tragic immortal? In the sense that he's been beaten down by time and learned never to care about people, and has lost the ability to care.

And the first part of that is true!

He HAS learned never to care about people! In the tbob love page, he says its stupid to tie yourself to a mortal in a way where your happiness depends on them. He's LEARNED this. But he has NOT lost the ability to care. And he DOES care despite knowing he shouldn't.

He interacts with people genuinely, he legitimately enjoys the company of "lesser" mortal species, he has fun, he thinks about people when they're gone, he's taken lovers, he speaks in phrases hes picked up from past earth decades because he likes how they sound (ya dig?).

And some people are frustrated when he's written suave and unfeeling for this reason, because he is a goofball. But the thing is, he DOES act, in a way, suave and unfeeling when it comes to situations like Ford and Dipper. He plays up his "immortal deity" persona, constantly reminding them of all the knowledge he knows, PROVING his value to them.

But he gets mad! He falls in love! He jokes around because its fun! He gets stupid and reckless when he's upset! He burns bridges when he doesnt get his way! These are all insANELY short-sighted things for a trillion-year-old to care about!

This is why he can relate to people, and why he acts like a kid sometimes. I firmly believe that he stopped aging the day he destroyed his dimension (which is basically canon i think) not only physically but mentally. He legitimately cannot mature, cannot gain wisdom no matter how much he tries.

He has a lot of INTELLIGENCE and KNOWLEGE, but its like giving a child the library of alexandria and infinite time to explore. Sure theyll probably learn some things out of boredom or curiosity, but theres no curriculum. They COULD read it all, but why would they? That's boring and dumb and they want to climb the shelves and make book forts instead.

Now, more specifically about ckret2's Goldie:

He describes himself as a consumate extrovert. He hangs out with mabel and watches tv and goes to the Rainbow club. And while he does these things, he isnt thinking "this is so below me, why should i care about any of this?" He's just trying to have fun, and is knowingly fulfilling his social needs. He believes he and ford WERE friends.

And the most important part of this that im always thinking about is Bill claiming that being friends, enjoying peoples company, loving, playing, and all that is not mutually exclusive with being an all powerful god of destruction to be worshipped by all.

Which makes sense! Because he is INTELLIGENT and he knows that he's more powerful than these people, and he SHOULD be a being that demands their worship, and he needs to find something that lasts, and makes sense in the wake of INFINITY. But he also has the mind of a mortal, and he thinks the same way he always has. And with both of these insights, the ONLY thing that MAKES SENSE is to have his cake and eat it too. Focus on the big picture while also enjoying the present, SIMULTANEOUSLY.

Manipulating ford to his own end that leads him closer to his forever plan, while also bringing him to karaoke and falling in love. Securing his rule and reputation over the nightmare realm, being feared throughout the multiverse, having his fingers in as many pies as possible-- while partying with his henchmaniacs, drinking out of solo cups and flashing the cops.

Its the only thing that stops him from going crazy. If you have a mortal mind thats built to love and lose and feel and party and wisecrack, and you relinguish it to the horrifying prospect of timelessness, if you're always looking at the existential...you are not going to last a trillion years.

[mrfellsans]

Crazy to think it's almost 2025..currently 9pm while I'm writing this and I wanted to say a few things

I might get into a bit of sensitive topics so be aware!

If you don't wanna read everything I wrote it's fine, short note:

thank you guys so much, sorry I didn't draw anything! have an amazing new year and I'm wishing you all the best genuinely from the bottom of my heart ❤

Hey first off I wanted to start it on a nice note and say HAPPY NEW YEARS TO ALL AND ALL OF MY MOOTS, you guys really changed me I mean I made SO many friends online and I'm so grateful for that and I'm also grateful for all the friends I already have that stuck to me or the people I got to know and get closer to this year. Just letting all of you know, my followers, friends, etc that I love you all dearly and I thank you all so much for the support you have no idea how much all of your kind words mean to me I love you all, adding onto that I was also able to improve my art a lot and I'm so proud of myself for that! If you have anything you have improved in just remember it and be proud of yourself for it!

And now to get a bit deep, this year was a roller coaster for me, especially during the end where a lot of stuff was going on with me. I remember at the start of 2024 I thought that I wouldn't live to see it be 2025 and my hopelessness peaked near the end and I was sure that I wouldn't make it, I was in such a horrible place but my family, you guys, other friends and people, you helped me stay here just long enough to see another day and realize that things aren't that bad, I thank everyone that has helped me get through it even when I felt like it wasn't worth it anymore and I have no idea how to thank everyone for it but thank you deeply from the bottom of my heart.

And to end it off, some goals I have next year is to improve more on me and my art. I really wanna learn how to animate, learn anatomy better, just in general I wanna learn SO much more in the art world and I hope this new year I'll achieve that!

I love you all.

And I hope you have an amazing new year ❤

-Selever

@yago-undertale @luigigirl12 @candymagnolia @izzy-the-chaotic-gremlin @moonflower-pies @cutechan555 @paras1t1c-squ1dd @bigboybird @trasho-pando2011 @tv-peppino @miaar10112 @pizzatowet13 @misdreavusplush @echostarsys @fluffygiraffe @nightofthephant0ms @yourlocalxiaosimp @idiotspage @mattplatonic @alan-william @radaverse @ask-crow-aus @the-rainbow-sandwich @panhbr @mrcarrotcakestuff @sa1tamasbiggestfan @djeycartanime05 @somecartoonisttalkshere @bellagrimfox @noir-ish-bee @lunar-dal @alice-the-demon @sunny-ismyname and literally many others

Sorry for the tag I just looked for moots that popped up on my notification box or I could think of at the top of my head so if you weren't included please don't feel bad, this is meant for all my moots and followers to see and yea pretty much! (＾ｖ＾) 

[maeslastbraincell]

On my own (Mon histoire) translation from the new Les Mis version at the Châtelet!

I'm alone once again without a friend on this earth (Je suis toute seule encore une fois sans un ami sur cette terre)

I'm not in a hurry to go back to my solitude and misery (Chui [je ne suis] pas pressée de retrouver ma solitude et ma misère)

I wait for the night to come so I can see him in my memory (J'attends que vienne le soir pour le revoir dans ma mémoire)

Sometimes I walk alone at night the streets of Paris are mine (Parfois je marche seule dans la nuit les rues de Paris m'appartiennent)

He comes to me, I run to him and I put my hand in his (Il vient vers moi, je cours vers lui et je mets ma main dans la sienne)

The city sleep in the dark (La ville dors dans le noir)

I can invent my story (Je peux m'inventer mon histoire)

My story (Mon histoire)

It's a dream beggining (C'est un rêve qui commence)

I see him, he smiles, he comes to me (Je le vois, il sourit, il s'avance)

Eyes closed, Marius finally embraces me (Les yeux fermés, Marius enfin m'enlace)

And I pray that his embrace never breaks away (Et je pris pour que jamais son étreinte ne se défasse)

With him, I am not the same (Avec lui, je ne suis plus la même)

I love rain, and when we walk together (J'aime la pluie, et quand on se promène)

Our two shadows, like two loving giants (Nos deux ombres, comme deux géants qui s'aiment)

Stretch at our feet and walk together on the Seine (S'allonge à nos pieds et marchent enlacés sur la Seine)

I know well that I inevented everything (Je sais bien que j'ai tout inventé)

I know well that he is never with me (Je sais bien qu'il n'est jamais à mes côtés)

And yet, I keep believing (Et pourtant, je continue à croire)

That with him I'm living a story (Qu'avec lui je vis une histoire)

Yes, I love him, but when the day begins (Oui je l'aime, mais quand le jour se lève)

The morning erased my dream (Le matin a effacé mon rêve)

And the world, back to itself (Et le monde, redevenu le même)

Lost its colors and the rainbow [lost] its tiara (A perdu ses couleurs et l'arc-en-ciel son diadème)

Yes, I love him, but I am alone in the world (Oui je l'aime, mais je suis seule au monde)

All my life, I waited for a shadow (Toute ma vie, j'ai attendu une ombre)

My story is an empty shell (Mon histoire est une coquille vide)

A world full of happiness, in which I never had a part (Un monde plein de bonheur dont je n'ai jamais eu ma part)

Yes, I love him (Oui je l'aime)

Yes, I love him (Oui, je l'aime)

Yes, I love him (Oui je l'aime)

All alone in my story (Toute seule dans mon histoire)

[pricklepearbloom]

Baked With Love

Pairing: Azriel x plus-size OC Aurora (Rory)

Warnings: mild angst, some body shaming, asshole!Cassian

Word count: 2.2K

“Shhhhhhoot” Aurora hissed quietly when the knife that she had been using to chop apples for the apple pie she was making for her new mate Azriel. Aurora was a baker with her own bakery in the Rainbow district of Velaris. Ever since she was a kid, she loved helping her mother in the kitchen, making everything from tarts and pastries to pies and cakes for anyone that would walk by their home. Her mom taught her everything she knew, and she used all of her family secret recipes to open her own shop so she could share that joy with everyone. Baking was something that centered her, something she knew how to do and do well.

After she met her mate Azriel who had come in one day to order a cake for Cassian’s birthday, things moved very quickly. Very quickly. Within two weeks of courting, she offered him an entire double chocolate mousse cake with homemade ice cream on the side. Perhaps they should have gotten to know each other a bit more but he was just so perfect, and he was her mate for mother’s sake. How could she not accept?

Unfortunately, this did mean that they were still getting to know each other after the initial mating frenzy had settled down. So, in efforts of becoming better acquainted Aurora would meet Azriel every morning after his morning training with Cassian with some assortment of baked goods. She would be late at this point if she didn’t get this blasted pie in the oven before the morning rush started. After mixing the chopped apples with the cinnamon sugar mixture she carefully poured it into a prepped pie dish. She grabbed the bowl of premade sugar crumbles that goes on top and finished the pie off with a flourish of her wrist resulting in her missing the dish completely. An internal shrug to herself as she popped the pie in the oven setting a timer before quickly cleaning her area and peeking her head out of the back so that she was in ear shot of her teenaged employee, Noah, who was manning the register that morning. “Noah!” Noah’s head lazily tipped over from resting on her hand being the only indicator that she was listening. “I’m going to head out to go get dressed, I’ll be back in a while to get the pie that’s in the oven van you make sure to take it out when the timer goes off?” Noah stuck her hand in the air with a thumb up which made Aurora roll her eyes.

Noah was the niece of a close friend who needed some help with responsibility and Aurora, like always, was more than happy to lend a helping hand. Although she had a less than sunny disposition, she seemed to do well with the structure that Aurora had given her at the bakery. She had been working there for several months so Aurora knew she could trust her to run it by herself until the midday workers came in to relieve her. Aurora whipped off her apron and hung it on the rack next to the door to the kitchen before heading home to get dressed into something nicer than her baking outfit of leggings and a baggy shirt with flour and holes scattered around it. Her nerves were picking up the closer she got to seeing her mate, she knew his hair would be wet from being freshly washed after his training session with Cassian and he would smell like soap. She was practically buzzing with excitement; she hadn’t seen him in a couple of days due to him being off on a mission in the Hewn City and it was killing her being without him even for that short period of time.

Azriel was never a glutton for food but after being mated to a baker for a few months he discovered a hungry he never knew existed. Perhaps it was just a hunger for the beautiful baker who gave him the treats daily, he mused silently while unwrapping his hands from the training session. Cassian was on the mat next to him stretching his arms, both males shirtless and glistening from the hard work out. Cassian glanced up from the ground and his eyes flickered down to Azriel’s stomach and he smirked slightly. “Rory’s got you pretty whipped huh?” “Don’t call her that.” Azriel says instinctively before glancing down in confusion “What makes you say that?” Cassian changed arms with a nonchalant shrug that made Azriel uncomfortable “It’s just… are you sure you’ll be able to keep up with all of the garbage she’s been feeding you? I mean I don’t want to be rude or anything, I’m just concerned that you gaining weight will get you hurt on the battlefield ya know? Just trying to look out for you.” Cassian tossed casually like he wasn’t opening up an insecurity that Azriel had been struggling with lately. “I mean… it’s not like I’ve gained that much weight” Azriel said shifting slightly when Cassian snorted softly. “Hey man it’s none of my business but soon you’ll have as thick of thighs as your mate and I don’t know how much use you’ll be then.”

Fury burned through Azriel like nothing he had ever felt before. His fist connected with Cassian’s cheekbone before he even knew what was happening, operating purely on instinct. “Keep my mate out of your fucking mouth.” He spat as he landed blow after blow on the male. The commotion had roused the attention of Rhys who was doing his own workout across the room. Azriel felt hands and dark magic pulling him off of Cassian, his shadows frantically buzzing around him in a rage. “What the hell is going on here?” Rhys said in between the two looking back and forth between them. “Ask him.” Azriel spat before disappearing into the shadows into his bedchambers.

Gazing at himself in the mirror his washroom, Azriel couldn’t help but gaze at parts of his body. He was still fit but he could feel his stomach wasn’t as tight as it once was, and shame burned through him. How could he be of any use if he wasn’t in perfect fighting shape. Would Rory stop loving him if he gained weight? Would she stop loving him if he lost his position because he couldn’t keep up? Would she find someone more suitable? Someone like Cassian? No, his brain insisted. There was no way she would leave him for Cassian, she didn’t really like Cassian, said he just felt off to her. But someone else, someone more competent, surer of themselves if anything else. A rogue anger burnt through him at himself for accepting all of those treats that Rory made him. He would stop eating them and only eat at mealtimes and even then, only healthy foods. Azriel tore himself away from the mirror unable to continue looking at himself any longer. He still needed to shower before meeting up with Rory underneath their tree that sat on a hill overlooking the Sidra.

When he got there his shadows immediately seeked out Rory, gliding up and down her body as if to reassure themselves that she was there. She was already sitting on a blanket that she had set up before he got there. Feeling the coolness of his shadows breeze over her summer dress she giggled at the ticklish feeling before looking behind where she knew her mate would be standing. Azriel’s eyes took in the dishes that she had set out and the bright smile that shone on her face directed at him. Azriel’s anger settled until he saw what she held in her hands. A freshly baked apple pie with steam still dancing out of it. His favorite. It’s like she knew his decision to stop eating sweets and came with a heavy hitter. Suddenly, his anger had a new target. “Are you kidding me?” He nearly spat out. Aurora’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion and she reared back at his tone of voice. “Wh-what’s wrong?” She glanced down at the pie, “you do like apple pie, right? I could have sworn that it was your favorite.” Azriel’s eyes darkened with her words. “Are you doing this on purpose? Trying to fatten me up so I won’t be able to leave on missions again?” Shock shot through Aurora like a punch to the gut and she froze not understanding what was going on, her mouth opening and closing gaping like a fish. “I- I’m sorr-“ she started before Azriel cut her off “Don’t be sorry just stop trying to constantly shove food in my mouth, I’m your mate not a fucking charity case.” Each word felt wrong coming out of his mouth but it’s like he couldn’t stop even when he felt the overwhelming confusion and hurt being sent down the bond. It was silent for a bit, both processing what Azriel had said.

 A sound cut through the silence cutting Azriel down to two inches tall, Aurora’s soft sob. Pain laced through his bones at the knowledge that he was the one to put the tears on her cheeks and he made to move closer to her. “Rory…” She quickly wiped the tears from her face and stood up leaving the pie by her feet, facing him dead on with a finger to his chest. “I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you, but you will not speak to me that way. I deserve to be treated with more respect than that. I know we don’t know each other that well yet but I really hope this was just a bad day because I will not live with a man who makes me feel this way Azriel. I won’t do it.” Tears still steadily rolled down her cheeks as she spoke shakily, but she ignored them and continued on, “So sit down and tell me what is really going on because I know that it’s not my fucking pie” she threw the expletive back into his face. Guilt rushed through Azriel as he quietly sat down on the blanket, his shadows had covered him in defense to shield him from the vulnerability of having to explain what happened this morning. Aurora sat waiting expectantly for an explanation and Azriel couldn’t help but glance down at the pie which sat far from forgotten between them before beginning to explain what had transpired this morning.

Aurora had listened intently softening slightly as his story went on. She had struggled with her body image for years, so she knew the way insecurities could take over your brain. “Az I’m really sorry that that happened. No matter what you look like I will always be here for you. I wish that you had just explained to me what had happened instead of lashing out. That’s not okay with me.” Azriel looked down at his fingers twisting them before releasing them, he wasn’t used to having to talk openly about his feelings and thoughts. It was harder than he realized but Aurora seemed to handle herself so elegantly and his love for her burned through him. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that at all. I knew I was still angry about this morning, but I just wanted to see you so bad I didn’t know I would lash out so badly at what you brought. If I’m ever feeling this way again, I’ll make sure I’m completely cooled off before seeing you. I think I would rather have you take truth-teller to my neck than see you cry again.” Azriel looked up to see her smiling softly at him giving him a little nod. “Ok.” She said simply, Azriel looked up a bit confused. He was waiting for the fighting, for her to degrade him or tell him he was to find somewhere else to sleep for the night. “Ok?” he asked hesitantly “Yeah. You made a mistake, you apologized and said you wouldn’t do it again. I’m taking you at your word and honestly Az, I haven’t seen you in days and I just really want a hug.” She sighed tiredly. She didn’t have to wait longer than a breath before she was wrapped up in Azriel’s arms with his head nuzzled into her neck taking in her sweet scent of vanilla and sugar that never seemed to leave her skin. “I missed you.” He muttered against her neck before leaving a firm but gentle kiss on her neck. She sighed contentedly into his chest, burrowing deeper if possible, “I missed you too… I’m going to kill Cassian the next time I see him.” Azriel let out a deep chuckle raising his head from her neck to gaze adoringly down at her. His hand found home on her cheek stroking lightly “Easy tiger.” He teased lightly before placing a soft kiss on her plump lips. “How about we take this pie to go and I’ll show you how sorry I am.” Heat burned through her cheeks and her lower stomach at his words. She nodded slightly and let him whisk her through the shadows to their home where they spent the rest of the day reacquainting themselves with each other’s bodies. Only taking breaks to drink water and share some pie straight from the dish that was sitting right on the nightstand.

[justaweasel]

Headcanons but I recently just watched My Little Pony

Mephistopheles a THOUSAND percent watches this show. His brother was like "hey! Look! It's the horses from the stables", and Mephisto has been hooked ever since. It's his secret shame.

Star Swirl and Twilight are like Solomon and MC. Like old mentor guy, is powerful, and thinks the power of friendship is Bs. And then young apprentice, who's going to surpass mentor sooner or later.

Not related to obey me at ALL but I had to get it out there, during the time Celestia had banished Luna, when he rose/set the moon, she always "talked" to Luna. Saying stuff like, "See you tonight" or "You make the prettiest moonrises, sister."

Back on Obey Me, if Diavolo ever met Princess Celestia, they'd be so chill, just talking about their kingdoms and the different ways they govern. Also about crippling loneliness and how it's hard to be a ruler and the sacrifices that come with it. Both of them are so excitable and on an off day, they would take each other ziplining and the barrel waterfall thing. (Barbatos and Luna cringe at this behavior, for different reasons, as they get excited over mailing letters)

Asmo and Rarity would get along so well. Both of them being generous and, even though a bit dramatic, still meaning well. Both of them having that energy of, "if you don't shine on the inside, then you can't shine on the outside, darling!"

Twilight and MC would bond over being tossed into a new stage in their life so well. Like, "She just kind of.. made me an alicorn.. I didn't even know what happened" "Same! But I was tossed into a world of demons and after a bit realized I was possibly one of the most powerful people in the three realms so.." (*Looks over at Celestia and Diavolo*)

Mammon and Rainbow Dash would hold races to see who's faster (Though, mammon is upset he can't sonic rain boom)

Beel and AppleJack would totally get along, they're both strong and dedicate themselves to family. If Beel ever went applebucking, he'd do his best to not eat all the apples. AppleJack gets a little upset about it but doesn't hold it against him too much.

The angels and Fluttershy would all go to her cottage and have a nice conversation. She'd show them her animal sanctuary and Luke would go nuts. Simeon would also be interested in her ability to talk to animals. Raphael would just be happy about the silence at the cottage.

Satan, Solomon and Twilight are all nerds. Starlight showed Solomon the speed spell she used to organize her books and Solomon has been trying to learn. Twilight and Satan prefer to organize their books the non magic way though (That's why Satan's room is a mess), it's more personal to them.

Luke and Pinkie having a bake off with Raindow Dash and Mammon being the judges. (Poor Luke made a pie and learned the hard way RD doesn't like pies, poor baby)

[gogandmagog]

I really hope you’ll write Peter Pan in Rainbow Valley! You’re the most qualified to match Barrie’s and Montgomery’s respective tones, all your fics are very whimsical and funny. I’d LOVE to read it.

Lol! Oh, thank youuu. That’s so nice! 🥹 And just so you know, I’m really happy to have another J.M. Barrie mutual, I feel like we’re kind of thin on the ground on tumblr. I follow all his tags here, and they’re so rarely added to.

I like half drafted an outline on this, and will keep it in the future-maybe-someday file for ‘fics that want to be written,’ but it’s a real purgatory over there, if I’m being honest. But outlining it has admittedly taken zero effort, because these two stories almost seem meant to be joined. We know Maud was a huge fan of J.M. Barrie, and by extension of Peter and Wendy… and I’ve long personally thought that it was beyond pure coincidence that ‘James Matthew Blythe’ is so similar in name to ‘James Matthew Barrie’… but even Rainbow Valley (place not book), which is kind of this liminal space between fairyland and reality, sacred to childhood and play, has some existing Neverlandness about it already built in. And then there’s these compelling similarities between Mrs. Darling and Mrs. Anne Blythe as well; both charming mothers, both adult advocates for/in/of imagination, and both wonderful storytellers (Peter lingers around the eaves of the Darlings Bloomsbury home to hear her stories) that are devotedly loved by their husbands and children. But for me, I think it's a huge (the hugest) point of interest to loop in Walter, who saw the Piper, like really really saw him, in Rainbow Valley. How easy it would be to kick out the German Pied Piper and drawn in Peter Pan and his flute, instead… two characters who are already deeply linked by folklore. Elsewhere, if the Jolly Roger, did take a wrong star and run aground in the Rainbow Valley brook, it’s just asking to have the suspended-in-time Neverland pirates be familiar with Captain Jim and maybe Lost Margaret, from bygone Life-Book days. I’d even give Shirley a boyish thimble-passing romance with Tiger Lily, the same way I’ve always wanted to see him paired off with a Mi’kmaq girl. Aunt Mary Maria’s hand also shoots right up for the doubling Hook-ish authoritarian/‘grow up already’/take-all-the-fun-away role (Gilbert would never suit it the way Mr. Darling did). But anyway! With all this low hanging fruit, it’d seriously be so simple to neatly tuck these two books into each other at every corner. It’s really all right there.

[moonearthangel]

Words and thoughts and vibes if anyone wants or needs:) 💗

Happy Friday and hoping everyone is having a good day today or continues to!

Joy in the small things, joys in the big things, joys in middle medium middle level ground types of things… it’s really just important and a reminder to find joy each day and it will build and build.

Good habits do too… little by little just little efforts or medium efforts and watching things build and build. Oftentimes things just set free or become easier. Things don’t happen overnight if you’re waiting or hoping for something, unless they do. Literally like turning a light on or an eclipse or a dam breaking. Everyone’s mind works a little different i think so feel time how you feel it and maybe notice how others do too and enjoy their time or get chores done or pull some things off. Ya know… people think at different speeds and times. Or so maybe set a good example for someone else or for some others.

Make sure you give yourself enough credit, and others are giving it to you, but also maybe in small ways give it to them more. People will come and go, they should… sometimes. So sometimes play some different roles and pick up on the patterns of others. Lots of cool planet astrology things lately if you’re into that sort of thing! Numerology stuff and the law of one and infinity like pi or something! Numbers drop, numbers raise. Times of the year, dates, birthdays, weight, money. We’re all like our little high tide low tide lol. At least that’s what I’ve picked up on lately. Some people are pretty level and if that’s a goal to stay status quo then keep working on that and doing just that. Others might be doing that too, a reminder everyone’s a little different sometimes or all the time.

Make sure to be your best you and most true and sincere you at the time. Expressing yourself and your thoughts and example.

People can be super cool or super shxtty. Some are awesome, and I’ve noticed some people being a little gruff or two faced lately. Or hot and cold. Try not to be, definitely don’t be one with yourself, and make sure you and your most important bonds aren’t being that way. Ebbs and flows are normal but heart bonds and people should always be sincere to you. And you to them.

Always know your role and your worth so you can also make sure and know others are in theirs! In a sincere way, and in a funny way… where people need to be kind and pull their heads out of their tw*ts lol. Like a little loving smack between friends or family or love slap lol.

Can’t have a rainbow without some rain and clouds…. Stay festive or positive and sunny and prismatic or magnetic! If you think about the precipitation cycle and it kind of being like the planetary pattern cycle …. And people’s phases like sunny or moony or even like years and hobbies… even yourself! It can help you enjoy yourself and others a little more. Or understand or remember.

Happiness can be maintained for a lifetime. Or it can be a moment or day away! :) In theory so can sorrow. So make sure you and your people aren’t allowing that in each other!

💖

[numberonechonnyjashfan]

im back from my 2 day absence and to say sorry heres some mlp headcanons

rarity and applejack are asexual lovers (thank you @ethaaan22 for this) and rarity watches while applejack bucks her apples and she swoons over applejacks ability and strength (applejack carries her home when she’s sad)

trixie and starlight glimmer are sapphic HEAVY ROMANTIC asexual lovers and trixie preforms tricks for starlight and starlight watches in awe and claps for her

pinkie pie has a crush on applejack but the feelings are not reciprocated but she’s still happy for them so she still throws parties for their anniversaries and she’s also omniromantic asexual

twilight is biromantic asexual and is happily single but admires the beauty of other ponies

shining armor straight but accepts his sister and loves her with all his heart

fluttershy is tfem and aroace, she doesnt really like anybody that way and prefers spending time with her critter friends instead.

rainbow dash is a tmasc gay and educates others on things like therianthropy and otherhearted people because xe ximself is an otherhearted person and his otherheartype is a german shepherd and a red fox, cause dash is loyal and playful and experiences those behaviours in a way different from therianthropy. xe also has a cat copinglink and use he/xe/dash pronouns

i didnt really get into rarity and applejack headcanons so

rarity lesbian asexual, makes dresses for applejack

applejack is also a lesbian asexual who makes pies and apple relates sweets for rarity to eat while she works and she also helps rarity by modeling her dresses for her

spike is like 5 so he’s a straight ally :3

i came up with these in a discord server with my friendys

[rubypasha1]

Headcannons for the readers in my fics

Feel free if you have any questions related to them or anything else to do with my fics. Happy to answer!

Stolen Souls

Green thumb

Can cook like a chef it’s so good

Book worm

Socially anxious

Kids: loves em

Shows affection through gift giving and paying attention to small details

Ex-older sibling

Coping mechanism is work and hobbies

Green thumb!

Easily manipulated

Little shy

Puns!

Cat and dog person, more dog person

Can withdraw herself to try and protect her feelings

Has died before

Wife material

Girlfriend material

Liked watching her friend play video games

Not a party person

Magic!?

Absaloutely terrified but hopeful

A spider in a graveyard

Student of Spiderman, unofficially adopted by he and Deadpool.

The latter gifted her a knife

Can’t bake for shit but cooks okayish. Lasagna is amazing.

Traumatized by experience of being experiment on to aquire powers

Slightly Arachnophobia

Cheats at Uno, doesn’t care if she wins the only worse torture is scrabble

Loves carnival games

Puns are life

Has kissed her nemises

Willing guardian of three crazy super powered kids

Pretty serious but uses jokes as a distraction/to aggravate enemy

Sleeps in odd positions + glows

Kiss under her jaw by the neck and she melts

Odd relationship with symbiote

Can be bashful/shy when genuine and romantic shows of kindness are given.

Workaholic in rehabilitation

Tech savvy

In the very thin line between morally true and an overworked superhero

Has multiple eyes- not good with bright light

Will hang upside down and glow like a disco ball- with bribery

Self conscious and using her superhero identity - Starspider - as a coping mechanism

“Stop flirting with me!”

Rainbow lightning

Set the sails

Half blind and missing half a leg

Grew up in war

Has the skills and experience to be a doctor but doesn’t like to be called one due to respect and . . . stuff

Eats 1 or 2 meals a day

Green thumb- medicine and poison

Numerous war crimes

Body and face heavily scarred but not self conscious. She’s proud of her scars

Subconsciously hates clear skies

Has never killed anyone (they don’t deserve that mercy)

Good fighter, will dislocate your joints

Okay with tying patients down

Will hunt people down so they take their medicine

People on her island live and fear her

A certain marine tries to make her life horrible - regrets if later

Kids: Okay

Makes medicine, ointments, salves, creams.

Carving wood is side hobby

Do not touch her books

Okay cook

Loyal

Hates marines and the world government

Doesn’t smile, mainly looks neutral or angry

Slight aggressive but mainly when provoked

Deeply traumatized

A victim of war

Is an amazing gambler, it’s just luck she wins 90% of the time even when she doesn’t know how to play

Addicted to weed (but not in the way you think-)

Is kind in a “I will beat/restrain you so that you won’t die” kind of way

Made a deal with the devil and lost, now his brother calls her angel

Fought in a fighting ring

Loves pies

Has lost so many people she’s subconsciously afraid of making connections continuously trying to see new people she makes friendships with as only patients but inevitably fails and becomes so protective to others it’s seems as extremely aggressive but she has to because people DONT BLOODY LISTEN

Okay shooter, not that great but can somewhat hit a target sometimes

Highly respected on her island

“Thief”

[i-am-beckyu]

To Fly Once More

HI GUYS!!! LOOK AT ME!!! TWO FICS WITHIN THE SAME WEEK?! HELLO!? So super super short one and definitely not with characters you thought you’d be reading about today so WOOOO FOR SURPRISES! Literally just wanted to write this even if its a bit generic so hope you all enjoy!!!

cw: past trauma, minor gore details (ripped wing), fluff, minor romance, happy endings. She’s just fluff peeps. Just fluff :3

 wc: 1391

Phil hasn't been able to fly for a long time. 

 His wing was badly injured to the point it was beyond repair. Trying to adjust for survival had been the worst experience of his life. As they say:

 A downed bird is a dead bird. 

 But Phil was more than just his avian roots. 

 He'd survive.

 Even if it meant stealing from humans, he'd make it. 

 Humans were terrifying. They were greedy, selfish but above all unpredictable; but when he’d had his wings, the adrenaline rush of living so close to them had been thrilling. While he’d had his wings, he’d flown from his humble forest abode, to the small neighbourhood of Essempi street, watching and getting to know its residents.

 There were these 3 roommates at the east end of Essempi that would always be rough housing whenever given the chance at one end, with a boy who loved to dress in a flourish of rainbow colours and hoodies that hung out with the fiery one a lot next door. Across the street, a man known for his expertise in gambling and iconic blue beanie. He liked to pinch whatever shiny items he could when they did outdoor poker night. Which was funny when they’d get accused for cheating (because they had been, just not with the shinies :)

 At the opposite end, a pink haired girl and a white haired one lived together, their home always emitting heavenly smells of home baked goods. And across the street from them, a man who wore blue and red shades that would often be around stealing taste testing the pies. Phil tried to only ever take what he would need from them, but sometimes he couldn’t help but take a whole cupcake.

 And then of course there was the middle of the street, which homed 3 rather loud occupants and their mother.

 The brunette was the most talented musician he’d ever heard, the pinkette skilled in the art of the sword in a way that he himself would never match with his needle, and the youngest of the 3 was wild blonde child, who's energy and clingy nature made him endearing despite their loudness.

 But his favourite was the mother.

 Hair a dark brown and looked as soft as clouds, dressed in purples that accentuated her warm hazel eyes and a kindness that could rival no other, Phil loved her. Unlike her 3 sons, she was gentle and cared for those around her with such grace. Out of every human on the street of Essempi, Kristen was the only one he would ever feel at ease with. 

 And the only human that knew of his existence.

 While the rest of the street of Essempi were aware of ‘something’ that would take their belongings, Kristen was the only one who knew what it was that had; the human happening to catch a glance at him in her garden one day.

 She’d never chased him, or demanded he show himself, simply talked and offered him a bite to eat before he went on his way. And Phil had accepted the offer. Albeit it from a distance, but Kristen met her little black bird, and Phil his human giant.

 It became routine.

 Every Tuesday, in the mid morning sun, Kristen would go out to her garden with a small plate and set it on one of the lower branches of the tree for Phil to perch. With her 3 boys at school, the two would chat and bask in each other's company, speaking of whatever came to mind. Kristen sharing of her work and boys, and Phil sharing of his day to day life in the forest and around Essempi street.

Or they had, until that fateful day. 

He’d been attacked by a falcon and in his attempt to break free, had his right wing in shred in half, leaving feathers askew, bones exposed and blood gushing as he plummeted down to earth for his demise.

 Somehow he’d managed to survive, his memory from being in the air and between just immense pain was all but a blur, but he had lived.

 But to continue living? How would that be so?

 He came to Essempi Street for supplies and the rush to not get caught, but he lived far off in the forest, through dense foliage and over rivers. And he had nose dived into a ditch, on the outskirts where the forest met the quaint street.

 To journey home in his current state would spell imminent death.

So he took his only option, and moved into the garden of his favourite residents.

 That first week had been agonisingly painful. Adjusting to not only getting around on foot, but coming to the realisation he would never fly again. It had been his whole life, his freedom, and now what was left of his wings was but a heavy reminder of the life he’d led. Getting food became even harder, resulting in him taking far more than he would normally from the humans’ garden just to avoid over exerting energy to get there.

 He was in so much pain, it wouldn’t be long before he either died from the poor job at patching his wing, or from some wild animal getting themselves a free meal. He was sure he was done for.

Until Kristin had found him. 

The human had been worried about him when he’d missed their usual catch up, but figured he may have been busy. That was until she found the small scattered feathers and trails of dried blood a few days later, leading to a hole inside the garden shed where she had inevitably found the small avian, curled up in a sorry excuse for a nest in his broken state.

 She was the one who had taken him into her home and patched him up. 

 She was the one who gave him a new chance at life.

 And she was the one giving him the chance to fly again.

 “Are you sure this will be okay?” He’d asked hesitantly. 

 It had been almost a year since that fateful day and Phil now knew the Crafts through and through. Wilbur, Technoblade and Tommy had been infatuated with the small avian and quickly he and the 3 boys were acting as if they’d known him their whole life. 

 And Kristin? The two had fallen for each other, and their relationship had only blossomed. She was the first human he had ever fully willingly gone to and been touched by. The first he ever allowed to get so close and know about his whole world. A world that had become the entire human womans being. A bond formed of love and trust. Which led to now, an act of kindness that the love of his life had been planning for months.

He was going to fly again.

Though this was his deepest desire, the phantom feeling of talons ripping his wings to have him falling to his doom ached at his back.

 “I’ve been designing this and practicing for months Phil.” Kristen spoke softly. “I promise it will be fine and even if it's not, I’ll be here to catch you.”

 Phil smiled up at the human from where he sat in her cupped hand. Kristen would never let him fall.

 “Are you ready my love?” 

Phil took a deep breath and nodded, a strong conviction in his gaze.

“Let's do this.” 

Kristen slowly maneuvered Phil into the small seat and placed the little harness over himself. Kristen gently placed the carrier down and walked forward and away from Phil holding a thin piece of string.

“Hold on tight.”

As Kristen ran forward, Phil gripped the carrier, eyes squeezed tightly shut, as he felt the whole thing lift up and into the air. Air rushed around him and he could feel the shift as he went up higher and higher.

“YOU DID IT PHIL! YOU DID IT!!” Kristen called from somewhere down below.

Hesitantly, he peaked an eye open before opening both wide in awe. 

 He was high above the ground, clouds almost in reach as he glided across the sky in his carrier kite.

 He laughed, joyful tears beginning to slowly trail down his face as he slowly lifted his arms from the carrier to spread them out wide in delight.

 He was flying.

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And bada bing bada boom! All done! See? Fluffy!!!

Thanks for reading to the end and I hope you enjoyed! Really liked writing this one and I can’t believe I wrote this at work. Like seriously, I love this job so much already and its only been 3 days!!!

Not sure when the next fic will be out but if you’ve seen my blog, you may have seen the an announcement about a fic on the way. What could it be? Who knows... 👀

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[popculturebuffet]

Valentine's Superhero Wedding Review Poll III

Hello all you happy people. For the past two years to celebrate the lovelist day of the year with my love of men, women and that beautifulu techiclor rainbow inbetween in costume who punch what good by letting my fine patrons pick out 3 superhero weddings, myself pick one, and you fine folks pick one of these for me to review. What says love more than some asshole in a costume crashing your wedding no?

So for your voting pleasure, here are this years nominees and the poll to pick your faviorite is below. Voting will close in a week. If it's a tie it's sudden death baby and if that ties.. well i'll just hav eto do both won't I. So vote whenever, vote soon, and vote with your heart, here are your nominees!

Lex Luthor and Adora of Planet Lexor (Action Comics 318-319)

Lex's pre crisis marriage has him doing the usual lex luthor things: escape prison, go to a planet he once fooled into thinking he's a great hero and Superman a villian.. then invite superman after the wedding to fake his own death and blame Supes for it.

Emma Frost and Tony Stark (Invincible Iron Man #10) Ones a life long playboy whose lasting relationships end in tears, betryal or the next set of writers wanting him to screw around again. The other's a life long career woman whose fine to flirt but mostly spends her time saving humanity and whose longest relationship was with a man she stole from his wife via very sketchy therapy practices. Naturally marriage is less out of love and more as a smokescreen to screw over a massive anti mutant biggot who used tony's tech to create a waking nightmare for mutant kind, but damn if it won't be fun anyway.

Luke Cage and Jessica Jones (New Avengers Annual #1) A relationship began in casual hookups and deep seated trauma, became one of marvel's most lasting and wholesome marriage and Hero for Hire Luke Cage and PI for hire Jessica Jones became the couple with the least time for your nonsense but the cutest baby. Naturally for their courtship their wedding involves a proposal luke announces to hold her to saying yes, a fight with an old foe turned into a scary monster/ super creep, and takes place just before the super hero community cracked in half.

Wally West and Linda Park (The Flash 132 and 159)

He was a fuck boy, she was a girl who didn't take his shit. Could they make it any more obvious. As wally west grew from irresponsible young ass to true hero worthy of the mantle flash he found his rock in reporter Linda Park, someone on his level willing to both call him out when he stupid, and support him when he's beating himself up too hard. Naturally given their marriage would be in trouble for the 2010's thanks to Dan DiDio's personal mission to make Wally West Fans suffer, their wedding ends in a magician making Linda disappear from everyone's memories, with the two finallyg etting married after antics with angsty future selves, Linda being Impulse's imaginary friend, and a picnic wedding to give us a happy end to Mark Waid's long and storied run and a happy start to one of the best marriages in comics

[bl-bam-beyond]

Which BL Characters Make Up You?

Apparently an old tag game I was asked to participate I'm by mutual/friend @pose4photoml so here it goes...

My Mind is Like: That is a hard one as my mind is like a rainbow with many colors. The mind is a vast thing and it encompasses the way one thinks, remembers and imagines. So I will say my mind is like Ida (KIETA HATSUKOI), Khabkluen (SIMM), Tae Kyung (LIGHT ON ME), Kawi (BE MY FAVORITE) with touches of Daonuea (SIMM), Adachi (Cherry Magic JP) and Pond (LBC)

I Drink Like: I don't drink. So I'll say Pi (FUTS) we all know he's a total alcohol lightweight

I Dance Like: The Kitty Gang (FUTS) they try even if it isn't perfect.

I Sing Like: I'd like say Por (MSP) so let's go with that

I Work Like: Hmmm, that's a tough one. I'll say Kao (DARK BLUE KISS)

I Like To Eat Like: No joke it's Kawi (BMF) I love me some good food.

I Am A Friend Like: Pisaeng (BMF) and Noel (SIMM)

I Am/Would Be A Parent Like: Gim (Gun's Mother) on MSP because she truly wants the best for her kid and she stands by him and she wants him to be happy...regardless.

I Love Like: That's like the first one. It varies. So I'll say Tinn (MSP) Mork (FUTS) Mai (The Middleman's Love) Mhok (Last Twilight) and Lee Wan (Our Dating Sim)

I Fall in Love Like: Yang (Love in Translation) and Phumjai (Love in Translation)

I Could See Myself Becoming Obsessive Over Love Like: Mork (FUTS) and to me that's not a bad thing. Let's review the word Obsessive or Obsession it means an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person's mind. That happens to everyone. It's when it reaches a dangerous unhealthy level that it becomes a problem. We know Mork was obsessed with Pi. We know Daonuea was obsessed with Khabkluen and vice versa. When the person you love is always on your mind that's Obsession in a way. Is that wrong...no. A mother can be obsessive of her child (it's called worrying) but people's opinions differ just how I see it. A healthy balance is fine. Crazy Obsession is a bit different...a lot different.

My Most Significant Love Has Been with: That's a loaded question. Love has variations familial love, romantic love, friendship love etc. So I'll give 3 answers. My mother is 1 because as a single mother she made so many sacrifices and who wouldn't appreciate that. And my first boyfriend I was so young but I remember him to this day. He was truly my first romantic love. And my cousin as both familial love and friendship love. We were always so similar with a lot of the same interests and he was truly my best friend.

Alright @pose4photoml

[felixstudios]

LONG RANTY ASK AHEAD; SORRY IN ADVANCE

I think people who go “oh you can’t like cogs they’re capitalists and colonizers” are… lame? I guess? I mean yeah they’re fucked up, but toons aren’t sunshine and rainbows and complete innocence: toons regularly kill cogs, albeit temporarily, unless we’re talking about Clash. Because a toon KILLED a suit in Clash. That is an important event. TOONS landed the first casualty within the Clash continuity. And even outside of Atticus, Toons regularly assault and destroy cogs! Idk if it’s the case in other private servers and continuities, but in Clash, you as the player are regularly asked to kill specific cogs to HARVEST THEIR BODY PARTS. Toons aren’t fully innocent, and Cogs aren’t complete demons. At least Cogs don’t actually kill Toons, they just make us really sad for a while! And hell, most of the time, Toons are approaching Suits first, initiating battle usually on our terms. I’m 99% sure that buildings aren’t a thing outside of Clash!

Speaking of which, to elaborate a little more on Clash Toons and their crimes, since the post that got me riled up about this was bashing Clash for having interesting characters (none of the toon npcs except Tumbles are even remotely interesting)…

Besides from Atticus actually literally dying, toons have done at least one other extremely fucked up thing. Winston is a prisoner of war. The things the Elders did to him definitely violates the Geneva Convention, mostly pertaining to the treatment of POWs like him. No matter what anyone does, SOLITARY CONFINEMENT is always unethical and fucked up. Flippy and Lowden clearly know about and seemingly SANCTION it, allowing the Elders to just… keep a man caged up in absolute isolation?! Fucked up! And that’s on top of us pretty much POACHING Suits! Taking parts of Pencil Pushers for purposefully bad pies, taking springs to shake seltzer water, toons clearly have pencils and springs of their own, and yet we get asked to kill cogs for this stuff???? And that’s just a few examples! In Daffodil Gardens, you get asked to seek out and take the bones of sellbots! Suits can be rebuilt, sure, and even flunkies get rebuilt. But that doesn’t mean that it’s not absolutely fucked up that we are killing suits to take parts of their bodies.

Also, saying someone can’t like a character because they’re evil is like… really stupid? We aren’t glorifying and romanticizing colonization or capitalism, we just find COGs more compelling than Toons. That’s how it is with villains. But it really pissed me off how they brought up all this stuff about Clash, then disregarded all the horrible shit Toons do.

Hey anon, I think this is a pretty well thought out argument. Not the most politely worded, but your point does come across easily. I'm not going to make a public statement on this topic since sharing any of my beliefs is a good way to start drama and conflicts that I don't wish to partake in.

That being said, there are exactly two objective facts I would like to point out.

In TTR and also in several of the original TTO tasks, you as the player are indeed tasked with taking parts from Cogs on several occasions. As for other servers, I couldn't say because I haven't played them.

If you're talking about Cog buildings, those have been a thing since TTO. They are not a Clash exclusive feature.

Obviously you made this ask anonymously, but if you made a blog post about it and sent it to me then I'd be more than happy to read it! I'd recommend conducting yourself professionally if you went that route because people are otherwise more likely to get very emotional and make a big deal over everything {and I personally find arguments written in a calm, professional manner much more convincing}, but it's your blog so at the end of the day it's really all up to you.

[lets-talk-spirituality]

What are your favorite books?

Do you have motivational or spiritual book recs?

Hi! Thanks for asking me :)

Ummm I really love A Thousand Splendid Suns, I read it in high school and it just really awakened this warrior spirit in me. It made me really want to go to the Middle East to help people. It’s something I still hope to do one day, go to the oldest places on earth and help women and girls.

Life of Pi, I also read this in high school and it sort of woke me up to how indoctrinated religion is and how we don’t have to follow that indoctrination.

The alchemist and Siddhartha are both sort of spiritual hero journey books that gave me a lot of insight and I really enjoyed.

The awakening by Kate Chopin and A lost lady by Willa Cather were really important to my feminist awakening as they are both books about women going against the grain of their time period to pursue their own happiness.

This year I read Lost Horizon and really loved it. It kinda plays around with the concept of aging and finding heaven on earth.

I love A Separate Peace. Just one of my favorite books in general. The only book where I really fell in love with a character.

I also read codependent no more this year, which I think is a really awesome book for anyone dealing with people pleasing and codependent behavior.

Finally, I read Tales from the Night Rainbow and I’m reading a book called Children of the Rainbow. Both are books that kind of deal with Hawaiian religious and mythological origin stories. There’s a real belief and understanding here that there were people on the islands before the Polynesians came here. Many believe that this group, called the mu, is directly tied to god source and lived very loving and kind lives. Hawaii is thought to possibly be where Lemuria was. Lemuria, like Atlantis, is thought to be ancient advanced civilization that lived within higher dimensions of the earth. Many believe starseeds from other planets were seeded into these societies to help move humanity along but were destroyed ultimately. That’s what many believe happened here as well. The original Hawaiians kind of bred with and took on customs of the Tahitians who conquered the islands. These original people are also sometimes called Menehune which means small person. Which people assume means they were short in stature but in Tales of the Night Rainbow, this oral history passed down from a family in Moloka’i, it’s suggested that the term was pejorative and used as a way to oppress the original inhabitants.

Anyway! I guess those are my suggestions.

[thylacinetears]

(this is fun so I'm gonna do my own version, hope you don't mind OP)

Rating the birds in my backyard by tendency toward violence, except I live in semi-rural southeastern Australia and said backyard is a few acres of horribly steep bushland

Pied Currawong, 2/10

One of these showed up on the decking a day ago. Was pretty big, but seemed like a chill guy. I once played "catch-the-stick" with a currawong at my old house, so I think they're just nice dudes.

Crimson Rosella, 1/10

Okay, I'm biased because they like to live in the nest boxes really close to the house so I see them the most, but come on. Look at them! So sweet and pretty! Worst thing they've ever done is sit on the TV aerial. They would never hurt anything bigger than a worm. (Probably because they're one of the smallest birds on the whole list and can't afford to get in a fight, but oh well.)

Laughing Kookaburra, 9/10

Do NOT let the cheery laugh fool you - these guys are PREDATORS, and they will eat anything big enough to fit in their beak. I once saw one of these crazy fuckers with a snake tail fully hanging out of its mouth. Thankfully they're also pretty lazy, and will come and sit on your decking in the hope that you feed them some ham slices. Just don't hand feed them...

Sulphur-Crested Cockatoo, 4/10

They're not all that violent, but they are, well, cocky. Mostly they just want to sucker you into giving them birdseed. But if you count chewing up the wooden windowsill and the poor rosellas' nest box for no reason as violence...

Wedge-Tailed Eagle, 8/10

We occasionally get these circling above, hunting in pairs. (I'm not 100% sure that they're this exact species but I think they are.) They're bad news if you're a small mammal, but otherwise they just kinda do their own thing. The Wurundjeri people (the traditional custodians of this land) worshipped Bunjil the eagle god, and I can see why - they're just so majestic and literally above it all. What a king.

White-winged chough, 2/10

They've been showing up a LOT recently, in giant flocks. Gang activity? It's probably hell on earth for the insects they're eating, but I've never seen them give trouble to another bird. I even saw them peacefully chilling and eating bugs near some other birds today, so that's cool.

Noisy Miner, 10/10

BULLIES. Once saw like 4 of them harassing a rosella. They're INTRODUCED and they're EVERYWHERE and they SUCK. Ugh.

Eastern Rosella, unrated

They're unrated because they don't show up here often, and also because they're my favourite bird and I am so very biased towards them. Look at them! They're rainbow and I love them so much…

King Parrot, 5/10

Several years ago one of them showed up, and sat right where the rosellas like to perch. The rosellas were Not Happy about it, but because it was twice their size they really couldn't do anything except chirp angrily.

Australian magpie, 9/10

They're pretty infamous for swooping people, but honestly? They've never given me any trouble. Mostly just want to beg for meat. Still, I've heard the stories...

Rating the birds in my backyard by tendency toward violence

Northern Cardinal, 4/10

I'm sometimes worried the male is sexually harassing the female but I'm pretty sure they're just doing some elaborate public pickup roleplay. The rest of us didn't agree to participate in your kink, guys.

American Robin, 1/10

Literally just some dude hanging out. Never bothered anyone but worms. Big fan of the way you just stand there in the middle of the grass like you forgot what you were supposed to be doing.

House Sparrow, 10/10

You're a gang. You're participating in gang violence. There's ten billion of you living in a single wood pile and it's been civil war for three years now. When will the bloodshed end?

Tufted Titmouse, 1/10

A shy baby. A pretty little guy. I saw you on the neighbor's garage roof and time stopped. There were anime sparkles around you. Come back.

European Starling, 9/10

Why is it always you? Listen, I know, I KNOW the sparrows are the problem, and YET. When the fighting starts, it's always you in the middle of it, provoking them and then screaming like you're an innocent bystander defending yourself. I'm onto you.

Carolina Wren, 3/10

This rating is not for physical violence, which you don't engage in, but for your role as an incurable narc. A tattle tale. I know they're fighting again, okay? I see it. Our yard has been a warzone for years, you don't have to make a big announcement every time someone misbehaves.

Eastern Wood-Peewee, 0/10

If this were "birds who think they're better than everyone else," you'd get 10/10.

Red-bellied Woodpecker, 6/10

It's a utility pole. It's not a tree. You're surrounded by trees that are full of bugs. But there you are, on the utility pole. Committing vandalism.

American Crow, unrated

For who am I to cast judgment on the actions of La Famiglia? I assume you are doing what is best for the neighborhood. If I could, though, without criticism, make a single observation. That when large numbers of you gather in the ominous dead cottonwood - no? No, you're right. None of my business.

Great Crested Flycatcher, 5/10

Frankly, I think you could be doing more. I think your name implies a great potential. I think you should massacre the insects. I think your beak should drip with viscera.

Stay tuned for more criminal activity!