#trumpeter finch

[birdstudies]

April 14, 2024 - Trumpeter Finch (Bucanetes githagineus) These finches are found in and around deserts, semi-deserts, and open steppes, in a spotty range from northern Africa to parts of West and South Asia. Foraging on the ground in pairs or flocks, they feed on seeds, shoots, and buds, as well as berries, and some insects. Females build nests from twigs, stalks, down, fibers, grass, hair, and sometimes feathers in shallow depressions in the ground under rocks, shrubs, or grass tussocks, in walls or other structures, or in cavities between rocks. Both parents care for the chicks.

[chumbyy]

cuckoo, far from your home strange is your song to the tree where you've flown

[avxtarlz]

Okay hear me out- this might be a little stupid but I can’t get it off my mind- Coriolanus snow instead of Lucy gray and the covey, reader with a jazz band??? I really love jazz I just want to know his thoughts on all the different instruments and jazz singer reader! TYSM for at least listening! 🩷

Jazz || PeaceKeeper Coriolanus Snow x Female District! Jazz singer Reader

Summary: After coming Back from Winning The 10th Hunger games, One day while you and your Band Are playing You spot the same White haired Boy. Coriolanus never heard of Jazz before since the Capitol Is all Classic music, so You introduce him to your fellow band mates.

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You loved to sing With your band. They were like your family.

You missed them the Entire time you were in the arena. Wishing you would be back with them. But with the help of Coriolanus snow getting you back to your family like he promised.

Now in the Train heading back to Twelve Feeling miserable of how you didn’t thank him.

Hopefully you two would meet again.

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“Did you guys miss me?!” You spoke in the Microphone on stage.

A bunch of Yes’s were shouting all over the Club.

“Well I sure missed you! But I assure you I am back!” You started to smile

“Well how bout a song huh?” You started to ajust your Mic.

You turned back to your band Nodding at them to know your ready.

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As you and Your band Are up stage Performing for the audience Enjoying yourselfs. While in the middle of Singing You make eye contact with those same Blue eyes you once Knew. You almost stopped singing but continued. You smiled as you started swaying.

Now done with your Music just Taking a break. “Hey guys I’ll be right back.” Putting the mic back up on its stand. They all nodded and smiled as they headed to the bar.

Making your way through the crowd saying Excuse me here and there seeing if you could spot those same Blue eyes again. Once you spot him standing in the same place you saw him, you started to walk over.

“Hey.” You smiled as him. “Hey, You were really good up there. Never heard of that type of Music.” He asked smiling. You looked shocked. “You’ve never heard of jazz before?” You teased him. “No, back in the Capitol it’s all Classic you know.” He nodded leaning against the wall.

“Wow. Well I have to meet you to My band mates. Come.” You motioned with your hands signaling him to follow. You made sure he was following you through the crowd heading backstage where your band were just sitting and chatting around.

You and Coriolanus walked up to them as you introduced them to him. “Hey guys this Is Coriolanus. He was my mentor back in the capitol, He helped me win the games and come back.” They all looked at Corio.

“Thank you for helping her. We wouldn’t know what we would do without her. She’s like our little sister.” Your Band mate Bennie walked up to Corio as he Nodded at him. “Of course.” Coriolanus nodded back.

“Corio let me introduce them to you.” You patted his back. “Well here’s Bennie, He’s our Saxophonist. Then we have Finch Which who plays our Trumpet. Here’s Charlie who’s our drummer. Miles is our bassists, Our Guitarist is Django, and Lastly Calloway is our pianist. And I’m the voice of course.” You grinned as all you band mates waved and greeted Corio.

“Nice to meet you all. I do enjoy your Music very much.” Corio grinned. “Yeah, thanks man but we should probably head back on stage now guys.” Miles pointed to the stage. They all started to head on stage setting up. You turned around to Coriolanus. “It was nice seeing you again Corio, and thank you for everything,” you started to Tear up.

“No,No I should be thanking you Y/n, You saved me in thatBombing. I owe you my life. Just don’t forget that. I promised you I would bring you back to your family.” Coriolanus grabbed your hands. With his other hand he wiped the Tears falling from your eyes.

“Thank you Corio.” You weakly smiled. The silence broke as You heard in the background of jazz music started to play. “I think I should go now.” You pointed back to the stage while wiping your tears. “Yeah. I’ll be watching you out there.” Corio grinned. You smiled at him as you walked back on stage.

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[ratsoh-writes]

Hello y’all! Let me introduce you guys to the new monster subspecies, the vila!

Sparking the folklore behind the ladylike air spirits in Slavic mythology, vila are a monster subspecies found in every au. They’re most commonly seen in the bird AUs however as they are air affinity type monsters

Vila are one of the more humanoid monsters, with soft faces and a head of hair like the average human. They tend to have dainty ladylike facial features. However they’re still easily identified as monsters due to the pale cool tones that their skin comes in, and the white wings in place of ears, feathered legs, clawed hands and feet, and the secondary set of wings at their hips.

Vila present their magic/ecto color in their eyes, hair and claws, making them all match if they don’t dye them.

Despite looking closer to air elementals, Vila are actually a monster subspecies who claim ghost monsters and snowdrakes as their parent monsters. However due to the Vila being an older subspecies, records on this are conflicting and can’t be proven.

Vila monsters excel in air magics, but can also have an affinity for ice and healing.

While there’s no personality “stereotypes” for these monsters, one thing rings true for all Vila, they love music. Vila monsters have a trumpet like singing voice that can carry large distances. Those who can hold a tune compete against plenty of their other kind to get a spot in the music community.

Vila monsters rarely enter in relationships outside their subspecies, tending to be drawn in to their own kind, but the ones that do always seem to pick a monster completely opposite to them. Vila that choose a non-Vila partner often aim for fire or earth type monsters.

And yes, I do have a new character to introduce! Meet Diane Swann!

Diane Swann is a Vila from birdtale! She’s aged 312 and has an affinity for both air and ice magic. She has peach and canary dual colored magic and is a known advocate for body positivity in monsters with dual colored magic.

Diane is the only monster successful in the modeling scene with dual colored magic. She mostly does shoots for and promotes makeup and hair and feather care brands. Shes considered among ebott’s most beautiful and has even been in shows outside the country. Her fan base among the humans is huge!

Diane is an outspoken and confident monster. She’s bold, never shying away from a fight and is loved by fans for her dry humor and elegance when arguing. Plus she isn’t afraid to show herself behind the scenes of the show, often posting herself in non-modeling scenarios, even if the picture is unflattering.

Diane has a close relationship with the mettas, especially Dazzleblook (lustswap) and velvetron (underlust). She’s friendly as well with crow who works for the mettas. She does know pepper from the modeling business before he left. She believes his departure was a crime against beauty and every couple of months will hound him to try and get back into modeling again lol.

Things she loves: nail polish, feather wax, cute hair claw clips, her pet zebra finches, the color beige, anything cinnamon flavored, trying to discover the secret shampoo that Queen toriel uses, pedicures, the opera and Fortnite and tik tok dances lol

[emmedoesntdomath]

redfinch fic ideas??

OOO OKAY SO

(well, first- I said forever ago that I was going to write a redfinch fic, and it’s going to happen, I swear, just…not yet)

IDEAS!

-just like,,, domestic fluff. and you’re probably thinking, no shit, emme, but I made posts about my headcanons for things like jobs and pets and dates, etc., so one might use those sorts of things and just build a world around them. 

-the rival restaurants au. like, finch could be running a family diner or something, and then albert has a fancy restaurant right next door. he’s constantly coming over angry, and finch is just sitting there, chin in palm, sighing dreamily as he leaves. 

-the summer I turned pretty au with albert as belly and finch as conrad and race as jeremiah. I said what I said. 

-the whoopsie my best friend who I used to like a lot is getting married and now I need to find a date so it doesn’t look like I still want him so imma bring my other best friend who definitely doesn’t like me with them and sprace. something that’s been done in the fandom, but not for these two. 

-the theater kid and the band kid. finch is theater, albert is band (he must play the trombone or trumpet, I accept nothing less). 

-wrong number au, but it’s albert accidentally dialing finch instead of race for his one call to bail him out of jail. 

-the hi I think your dog’s cute, can I pet it meet-cute, but then it turns into a date at like the arcade or something and then it’s like oh, no, I’m actually allergic to dogs, I just wanted to flirt with you. 

AND FINALLYYYYYYYY

-coffee shop au, but it’s albert coming in with race every day to get his coffee before class, and finch pining helplessly because he thinks they’re dating 

[giantologist]

Greetings Professor, how would one even be able to communicate with giants of the larger end of the spectrum? To a 300ft individual, humans would be 1-2 inches at their scale, and a greater size difference for anything beyond 300. How do you approach them, in way of getting their attention, having them be able to hear you, or just simply being near them?

Good afternoon!

Thankfully, giants have an asset that assures their noticing you, even if you don't want to be noticed. I am, of course, speaking of their sense of smell. Now, anyone who has heard of giants will know that they can 'smell human blood', but that isn't strictly true. They simply have a very large olfactory cavity, and the masses of air they can inhale in one breath is more than you or I would expel in a week.

Now, with that being said, I wouldn't advise on trusting that alone, especially if you are A. clad in furs or B. recently emerged from somewhere muddy. I usually employ a mirror to catch the light, a brightly coloured cloth to wave, or I blow through my ear trumpet as though it were an actual instrument. A whistle would work just as well! I shall say that it is usually harder to hide from a giant that is searching for you than it is catching their attention.

I would say that it isn't wise to stand in the path of such a large giant in order to get their attention. Regardless of whether they're watching their feet, accidents do happen, and you do not want to become naught but a stain. If you are that desperate to speak to them, simply follow. Humans, while not as fast as our long-striding friends, are built for endurance, and you should catch up the next time your target rests.

As for communication, giants do keep their ears very clean, so even if you can't be heard in their hands, their shoulders are comfortable and perfect for a nice long chat!

Professor J Finch

[albertfinch]

December 8, 2023 – Exhortation

"After this, I looked, and there before me was a door standing open in Heaven. And the voice I had first heard speaking to me like a trumpet said, 'Come up here, I will show you what must take place after this.'" (Revelation 4:1)

As you come to understand your Christ calling you will ascend and have many ascensions in the coming season, conquering many obstacles that have held you back – but no longer, as He is making a way for you to overcome ALL that tries to hold you back -- freedom from the entanglements of your mind.

Your language is changing from 'I can't' to a new paradigm shift of 'I can,' and new boldness is forming in you. You have been under His renovation. You now walk in the revelation and have the understanding that you are changing and it is good, and that you are not who you thought you once were, but you are becoming who you were always meant to be. You are no longer defined by what others think of you, and they are no longer a hindrance to you from stepping into what He has for you -- He is empowering you to bear fruit that remains for His Kingdom. The love of Jesus is saturating your heart.

"So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with My righteous right hand." (Isaiah 41:10)

ALBERT FINCH MINISTRY

[damonalbarn]

Trumpeter Simon Finch (he toured with Blur in 2015) in The Daily Telegraph, 23 Feb 2024: I was supposed to be doing Wembley Stadium [with Blur] but Damon had one of his more difficult days, shall we say, and decided to ditch the entire brass section at rehearsals.

[rose-of-pollux]

Old Man Dinosaur turns 8, makes lots of noise about it, and refuses to sit still.

Finch!Napoleon has adjusted to life as a widower better than I expected.

Also, his latest obsession is, inexplicably, trumpet/horn music. I can't even explain how that got started since I barely listen to any, but on the occasion it turns up (something from the Hoenn soundtrack, the saxophone solo in Phil Collins's "One More Night," or--the only predictable source--Wynton Marsalis's weekly intro to CBS's Sunday Morning news program), he goes nuts.

...Whatever makes him happy, I guess.

[warriors-rewritten-chaos]

Warrior Cats Prefixes- L

I had a WC Name Generator on Perchance that I made but I don't seem to have access anymore, so I'm remaking it here as just a simple list. The definitions used are the ones that Clan cats have for those things, and thus are the origins of the names. Definitions used are whatever I found when I googled it.

Laburnum-: "[noun] a small European tree that has hanging clusters of yellow flowers succeeded by slender pods containing poisonous seeds"

Lagoon-: "[noun] a small freshwater lake near a larger lake or river"

Lake-: "[noun] a large body of water surrounded by land"

Lamb-: "[noun] a young sheep"

Lamprey-: "[noun] an eel-like aquatic jawless vertebrate that has a sucker mouth with horny teeth and a rasping tongue"

Lapis-: "[noun] a deep-blue metamorphic rock used as a semi-precious stone"

Larch-: "[noun] a deciduous conifer tree native to the cooler regions of the northern hemisphere, where they are found in lowland forests in the high latitudes, and high in mountains further south"

Lark-: "[noun] a small ground-dwelling songbird, typically with brown streaky plumage, a crest, and elongated hind claws, and with a song that is delivered in flight"

Larkspur-: "[noun] an annual Mediterranean plant of the buttercup family, which bears spikes of spurred flowers"

Laurel-: "[noun] any of a number of shrubs and other plants with dark green glossy leaves; [noun] an aromatic evergreen shrub related to the bay tree, several kinds of which form forests in tropical and warm countries"

Lavender-: "[noun] a member of the genus of 47 known species of perennial flowering plants in the mints family, Lamiaceae. It is native to the Old World, primarily found across the drier, warmer regions of mainland Eurasia"

Leaf-: "[noun] a flattened structure of a higher plant, typically green and blade-like, that is attached to a stem directly or via a stalk"

Leech-: "[noun] an aquatic or terrestrial annelid worm with suckers at both ends"

Lemming-: "[noun] a small, short-tailed, thickset rodent related to voles"

Leopard-: "[noun] a large, solitary cat that has a yellowish-brown or brown coat with black spots and usually hunts at night"

Leptonia-: "[noun] a genus of small and medium sized pink-spored mushrooms"

Lettuce-: "[noun] a cultivated plant of the daisy family, with edible leaves"

Lichen-: "[noun] a plantlike organism that typically forms a low crusty, leaflike, or branching growth on rocks, walls, and trees"

Light-: "[noun] the natural agent that stimulates sight and makes things visible; [adj] (of a color) pale"

Lightning-: "[noun] the occurrence of a natural electrical discharge of very short duration and high voltage between a cloud and the ground or within a cloud, accompanied by a bright flash and typically also thunder"

Lilac-: "[noun] a Eurasian shrub or small tree of the olive family, that has fragrant violet, pink, or white blossoms; [noun] a pale pinkish-violet color; [adjective] of a pale pinkish-violet color"

Lily-: "[noun] a bulbous plant with large trumpet-shaped, typically fragrant, flowers on a tall, slender stem"

Linden-: "[noun] a deciduous tree with heart-shaped leaves and fragrant yellowish blossoms, native to north temperate regions"

Linnet-: "[noun] a mainly brown and gray finch with a reddish breast and forehead"

Lion-: "[noun] a large tawny-colored cat that lives in prides, found in Africa and northwestern India. The male has a flowing shaggy mane and takes little part in hunting, which is done cooperatively by the females"

Little-: "[adj] small in size, amount, or degree"

Lizard-: "[noun] a reptile that typically has a long body and tail, four legs, movable eyelids, and a rough, scaly, or spiny skin"

Loach-: "[noun] a small elongated bottom-dwelling freshwater fish with several barbels near the mouth"

Loam-: "[noun] a fertile soil of clay and sand containing humus"

Lobelia-: "[noun] a chiefly tropical or subtropical plant of the bellflower family"

Lobster-: "[noun] a large marine crustacean with a cylindrical body, stalked eyes, and the first of its five pairs of limbs modified as pincers"

Locust-: "[noun] a large and mainly tropical grasshopper with strong powers of flight. It is usually solitary, but from time to time there is a population explosion, and it migrates in vast swarms that cause extensive damage to crops"

Log-: "[noun] a part of the trunk or a large branch of a tree that has fallen or been cut off"

Long-: "[adj] measuring a great distance from end to end"

Loon-: "[noun] any of several large birds (genus Gavia of the family Gaviidae) of Holarctic regions that feed on fish by diving and have their legs placed far back under the body for optimal locomotion underwater"

Lost-: "[adj] unable to find one's way, not knowing one's whereabouts"

Lotus-: "[noun] any of a number of large water lilies"

Loud-: "[adj] producing or capable of producing much noise, easily audible"

Luck-: "[noun] success or failure apparently brought by chance rather than through one's own actions; [noun] chance considered as a force that causes good or bad things to happen; [noun] something regarded as bringing about or portending good or bad things"

Lucky-: "[adj] having, bringing, or resulting from good luck"

Lupine-: "[noun] a plant of the pea family with deeply divided leaves and tall colorful tapering spikes of flowers"

Lynx-: "[noun] a wild cat with yellowish-brown fur (sometimes spotted), a short tail, and tufted ears, found chiefly in the northern latitudes of North America and Eurasia"

[isame-allen]

What genre they play and how would they would sound like when singing

The Jet Hawk= indie

Error= thom yorky

Cross= Stephen malkmus

Nightmare=paul westerberg

Blue= bebop -gene Austin

Dream= cool jazz -joe venuti

Ink= rock and roll -Alex turner

Bobby= emo -Blake Schwarzenbach

Hacker= beat music -Micheal stipe

Randy= heavy rock -Bob mould

Ani= cool jazz, dreams singing partner -grace jones

Finch= trumpet, plays for blues band -boy George

[mad-c1oud]

Hihi, hear me out, Chayanne as a dog. Maybe a german shepherd? But also... Phil having a dog doesn't suit him like...at all.

Mayyyyybe Chayanne having white fur like Techno's dogs did, cause y'know

Also I am NOT OVER POMME BEING A SUGAR GLIDER IT'S THE BEST AWWWWWWWWWWW

It's very tricky with Sunny cause she has the vibes of a cat, a pom, but a hedgehog too tbh. I could even see her as a prettyyy colorful parrot OR A GOLDEN FINCH (hehe pocket sized)

(Spitballing ideas here) Are any of the eggs birds? Cause rescue crow for Talulu or Chay would be funny. And and did u know pigeons are great pets? Do with that what u will if u wanna

Heyhey hearing you out!!

Currently: I have tallulah as a borzoi and I’m kinda reluctant to change it… I’ve become attached to the lanky dog, plus make it asthmatic? Silly creature….

and bc tallulah is so big, I wanted chay to be small as a funny size comparison. I toyed with the idea of some kind of bird but couldn’t find one I was dead set on so I looked at small cats and dogs. I like the idea of a fluffy orange and white tabby or even a Maine coon but I’m not sure if it would fit his personality. I don’t see Phil owning a dog either but that’s why I like tallulah being one…

And I do have some bird eggs right now:

Bobby was a blue budgie but lately I’ve been considering making him a blue love bird bc I’ve been watching videos of one called Prince and they’re little devils it’s so cute… no matter what Bobby will be a birb o7

Trumpet is a bird too! A pineapple concur parrot to be exact :3- I wanted an animal that would love music so he could jam out with Maxo, and the colors reminded me of the eggs hat!

And right now Tilín is a call duck, the smallest domesticated species of duck :3 🤏

I thought about a crow for either of Phil’s eggs but it just wasn’t meshing for me :/ idk why

I’m gonna look up some animals when I get home to decide Sunny’s, I really like the idea of her being a pom but hedgehog…

ALSO!!!!!!! I LOVE PIGEONS!!!!!!! GO LOOK UP GERMAN BEAUTY HOMER PIGEONS RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY FAVORITE BIRDS!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you for ideas, I will be chewing on them o777

[helmetkeeper]

uhhhh hi

i was curious about a name suggestion request for a masc mad scientist kinnie. very frankenstein adjacent but in the 70s. i was weird and lonely, a mortician turned mad scientist when i decided to start experimenting with reanimation. basically a lovesick gay doctor frankenstein.

i loved tea and sweets and taxidermy, i was chronically ill so i spent most of my time at home with my “work”.

i dont have anything specific in mind, just wanna see what vibe you get :)

hello!! that all sounds sick as hell /pos, i'll whip up some ideas ^_^.

names under the cut!

Abe

Abraham

Aether

Aion

Alador

Aldrich

Alessandro

Alva

Alvarez

Amador

Amos

Apollo

Arche

Arcot

Argus

Arizona

Ark

Arke

Austine

Balt

Baltimore

Baron

Bass

Beakman

Beau

Birch

Birche

Bishop

Blaise

Bo

Boe

Boone

Brandie

Brandy

Breaker

Bridges

Brontes

Bronze

Brutus

Butch

Butche

Butcher

Caesar

Cain

Caine

Callaghan

Callahan

Cardinal

Casidy

Cassidey

Castor

Cedar

Celine

Chapman

Chet

Claus

Clive

Clutch

Clyve

Cochrane

Conrad

Corbin

Cornel

Cornelius

Cort

Corvus

Court

Coy

Dael

Dartford

Dax

Denver

Dewes

Doctor

Don

Donatello

Donnie

Duke

Dusty

Dweller

Egret

Ezekiel

Finch

Ford

Francisque

Geb

Geordi

Gill

Gin

Grant

Hammon

Hans

Hart

Hartford

Hartley

Hartnett

Heath

Heathe

Hebe

Helio

Helios

Hermann

Hermit

Hershey

Huck

Hugo

Ivo

Jayne

Jeremias

Jericho

Jethro

Jos

Josef

Joseph

Joss

Jost

Judge

Junco

King

Kinglet

Klaus

Krispin

Laurent

Lelantos

Lucky

Lutz

Lux

Lyre

Magnus

Mandrake

Marti

Martin

Marvin

Matteo

Matthaeus

Mattheus

Mauritz

Mayfair

McCoy

Melcher

Montgomery

Monty

Morrow

Neo

Newt

Newton

Nico

Nicoletta

Nightjar

Noel

Noon

Noonan

Noone

Norman

Noël

Nuthatch

Nutter

Oak

Octavio

Octavius

Olivier

Oriole

Osprey

Othello

Otos

Otus

Pacifius

Paley

Pallas

Paulus

Peabody

Pipin

Pirmin

Reece

Reed

Reid

Rome

Rye

Sales

Salomon

Silvan

Silvester

Sixtus

Skimmer

Skinner

Slade

Solomon

Spoonbill

Stan

Stanford

Stanley

Styx

Sylvester

Talos

Teddy

Thaddeus

Thatcher

Theodor

Theodore

Thies

Thoman

Thomen

Thrasher

Torb

Torbin

Trumpeter

Uli

Urech

Urich

Val

Valen

Valentine

Valentino

Valerio

Vaughn

Vec

Vector

Vern

Vex

Vigil

Virgil

Warbler

Ward

Warde

Wester

Whet

Wilhelm

Wren

Zacharias

Zefram

Zephir

[frogmanfae]

Newsies as shit that happened at band camp part 4 (its a hefty one today y'all)

Crutchie: *shows Finch a video*

Finch: I don't get it..?

Crutchie: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T GET IT??? It's a weiner dog doing a flip!!

Albert: Did you just spit on me?

Race: No my nail broke and I accidentally threw it at you (/srs)

Davey: I painted my nails and watched Euphoria

Race: Of course you did

Davey: I got through the entirety of season 1

Race: You should be ashamed of yourself

Davey: Why?? It's about lesbians!

Race: exactly! I don't like gay people

Buttons: Preach!! Kill the gays!

Finch: How long have you been straight?

Albert, who had his heart broken by a guy three months ago and has been saying it turned him straight but he keeps "relapsing" into queerness every time he sees a pretty boy: ...Two minutes

Crutchie: Come on heterosexual you can do it

Katherine: *sobbing/laughing* I can't do it!! This is a man's job!! (/j)

Finch: What are you doing?

Race: He's pumpin

Albert: I bought this water balloon pump for $10 and it's already halfway empty because I just keep pumping them with air until they explode

Davey: Fabio (Les, who previously had hair longer than Sarah's) cut his hair

Jack: WHAT??? NOOO!!!

Romeo: Jamaica they're trapped down in

Romeo: Jamaica they can't even

Romeo: Japarty

Elmer: What are you doing??

Romeo: That's my favorite episode of Total Drama

Spot: He looks like Topher

Race: He looks like Geoff

Romeo: I know he's a registered felon crazy man but I'd still smash

Jack: *randomly* happy happy birthday from Applebee's to you we wish it was our birthday so we could party too, hey-

Race: Trumpets are just anorexic bugles

Albert: Literally what??

Jack: The Commonwealth of Pennsylvania

Davey: My mom told me she wants me to have kids with you

Katherine: SHE SAID WHAT

Davey: yeah so she knows I'm gay but she still wants me to have biological children and she said you would be a, quote, "perfect choice"

Katherine: why?? Should I be flattered??

Davey: no idea, she just kinda said it

Spot: Ahhh I already have drum shit on me and it's only 8:30

Spot: My hips are so fuckin bruised

Davey: Does your harness need adjusted? It shouldn't be sitting on your hips-

Spot: My body is structured different than yours, genius

Race: It's not a four year difference it's a three year difference

Albert: Oh wow so much better

Sarah: One time I took it and it said I was a child of Apollo and the other two times I was a Hunter of Artemis. So basically the Percy Jackson official godly parent quiz called me an official faggot like four times

Spot: I don't know his real name but I call him critter because he's annoying as fuck

Jack: Clap! If you care!

The band: *silence*

Denton: If you're losing your trombone it's not here

Albert: *sobbing* I'm losing MY MIND!!!

Jack: I have backne and I can feel the sweat dripping down

Crutchie: That is incredibly too much detail for me

Denton: If you're going to make a mistake, make the 76 Trombone mistake

Medda: Don't breathe! DON'T BREATHE!!!

Elmer: You can't go naked!!

Albert: It's fine I have a wife beater-

Race: You have a WHAT

Albert: Have you not been up at the field this week? Your shoes are still white

Finch: These ones are new

Albert: Oh so you're a cheater

Finch: You gotta even out the redness

Race: My gluteus maximus is wet!!!

Specs: I lost sense of smell in my right eye

Denton: Woah Betty...!

Crutchie: I get to leave early to go to therapy

Finch: Which kind?

Crutchie: Physical. The worst kind.

Davey, Jack, Finch, and Spot: *an entire conversation made up entirety of various incorrect pronunciations of Duquesne (doo-kane)*

Albert: *google searching where gay marriage is legal* GRAND THEFT AUTO THE BALLAD OF GAY TONY???

Race: Oh my god Davey's mom! *joking lustfully*

Denton: Who is that? Jack?

Jack: Me!

Denton: Okay do you have some screws loose or...?

Medda: On his instrument or like in general?

Denton: We have one shared pencil in this band where is it??

Blink: I'm that guy

Tommy Boy: Hey guess what

Blink: Yeah?

Tommy Boy: Shut the fuck up.

Denton: Out in trumpet land- or I guess brass land

Romeo: Nuh uh we know who your favorite is now. There's no saving yourself.

Denton: Okay so it's Tuesday-

Albert and Race: IT'S CHEWSDAY

Jack: CHEWSDAY

Crutchie: *snorts* is it really chewsday?

Sarah: It's chewsday innit?

Denton: ... I don't get it is this something I should know or-?

Jack: No we're just making fun of British people

Denton: Oh! Okay that's... Fine, I guess? Anyway-

Medda: Okay I wanna hear everyone who plays at 17 so that's... Bari sax, trumpet trombone and tuba

Specs: Wait but we play at 17

Medda: Yes flutes play but I don't want to hear you

Albert: *flipping his drum stick* One *flip* two *flip* three *flip* four! *flip* five!! *flip*

Spot: *hits the stick away*

Denton: You start to sound like a saggy diaper. Nobody wants to be the saggy diaper of the band

Jack: Oh my god does that say Scope??

Crutchie: Scope???

Buttons: ... Who's Scope?

Jack: They graduated last year

Davey: Gone, but not forgotten

Davey, about Jojo: That kid wears a propeller hat in my brain

Denton: Okay lets go marching cadence

Davey: ugh...

Denton: Old fashioned roll off

Davey: Ugh...

Denton: Into the fight song

Davey: UGHH

Davey: *sitting on top of the drum cabinet*

Jack: Wha- how- why??

Davey: Do you see any other seats?

Jack: *gestures to a ledge on the floor*

Davey: No

Jack: *points at a chair 2 feet away*

Davey: Dude, I'm gay

Jack: Just because you're day doesn't mean your not-

Davey: Day? I'm day?

Jack: Wow I can't believe you would make fun of my speech impediment, I thought you were gay. Turns out you're not even slay.

Race: I did better this time! We got together around the same time as my last relationship, end of February and I didn't do anything until June- July! I should get a medal!

Buttons: *randomly approaches Elmer* do you want some week old Cheetos?

Elmer: no- actually I have to think about that... No...

Spot: *squeaking his drum harness* me and your mom last ni-

Jack: I need him to come back and just squirt directly into my mouth

Davey: *blinks aggressively*

Elmer: What did he say?

Davey: What?

Elmer: You just got like transported into another dimension

Davey: Oh my contacts shifted out of place

Elmer: Oh and you saw the future?

Davey: my legs hurt. We don't move for this one do you think I can lay down and play?

Denton: okay musicians just relax for this run, you can sit and play while the fronts figure things out

Davey: ooh I'm gonna lay down and play!

Spot: you're an idiot

Davey: shut up help me lay down!

Spot: *helps Davey lay down with his drums on looking at him like he's stupid the whole time*

Davey: oh yeah. This is it.

[emabatis]

I like to keep prospective titles in a little list in one of my notebooks (for when I inevitably finish a poem and can't think of one) and I realized a recurring motif. Since I have a lot more titles than poems at the moment, I decided to make something with them! Transcript under the readmore

Titles for Bird Poems, by EM Abatis

Chimney Swift Children

Woodpecker Present

Song Sparrow Parking Lot

Never finished, like lungs or heart

Wandering Sanderling

Chickadee dee dee

Black Vulture Nursing-Diner

Blue and Yellow Titmouse

I'm much too close to write you, I could just walk to your house

Finch on Frathouse Avenue

Trumpeter Swan Concerto

I'm much too far to write you, the letter would be Swallowed

by a Barn

Owled by a Tree

Only one Mourning

Dove into my Seagull-et and made a nest in my Rose-Breast

ed Grosbeak Blues

To the Least Bittern End

Titles for Bird Poems

[giantologist]

Into The Cell

1.5k words, Professor Finch visits a giant imprisoned in a dungeon.

"You don't know what you're getting into." The guard said, sneering at the wiry man beside him. "He ain't like no monster I've ever seen. Didn't even know giants went feral, don't know why the King even puts up with them."

"I shall thank you to keep your opinions behind your teeth." The Professor said with an equally venomous tone, eyes on the guard's lips. He did not like these people, not one bit.

The guard snorted as they reached the door, jangling his large ring of keys hard before unlocking the door. The noise seemed to cause a stir in the room beyond, deep clanks of heavy chains and wary rumbles.

"If you need me, just scream." The guard growled, almost kicking Finch into the room, his lithe form struggling to keep upright as he stumbled. "Though you probably won't get the chance if you're too close." With that, the door closed with a resounding boom.

"Honestly. No manners." Finch complained, dusting himself down and turning. The cell was dark and musty, rats and rotting food littered across the floor. In the centre of the room, one wrist shackled to a pillar, was a very sickly looking giant. Skin and bones, beard wild and eyes burning with a hunger that made Finch shiver slightly. A ring was drawn around him in chalk, presumably the length of his reach.

"Dear me… Oh, you poor soul." As he dared a few steps, the giant immediately began to snarl at him, his yells making Finch cringe. He didn't cover his ears. He didn't retreat.

"Now, now…" He said softly, holding his hands up with a soft smile. "I'm a friend. Friend." At the sound of his own tongue, the giant fell silent. He looked at Finch with suspicion, his eyes dark and narrow.

Finch mustered himself, taking a few more tentative steps as he conjured forth his knowledge of giantish. "I'm not here to harm you." His pronunciation was always a little off, considering you do need a very deep timbre to pull off the more guttural vowels.

"Food." The word was raspy, as though the man hadn't spoken in weeks. Months.

Finch nodded, jogging toward the cell door, getting his ear trumpet to press against the mesh. "Excuse me! Captain!" The gruff voice at the other side of the door didn't sound enthused that Finch was still alive. "Could you bring your prisoner a meal, please?"

"Piss off! You can have something, but that thing ain't getting anything."

Tightening his lips, Finch gave the door a weak kick. "In that case, I want a whole roast sheep and a cask of water."

"You're obviously not going to eat it yourself."

"Oh? Is this you refusing to give a guest of the King any refreshment?"

There was a beat of silence, then a grumble and stomping boots retreating. Smug, the Professor strolled back to where the giant was chained. "Do you need a drink before you can speak?"

A nod. He patiently waited just outside the circle, beginning to chat in giantish, mostly to keep his nerves at bay. "Don't worry. I know things seem bad right now, but I'm going to do my best to help."

When the door swung open, the giant tensed with a snarl, immediately beginning to try and snatch at the guards. They kept their distance, leaving a wheelbarrow and a cask just out of reach before retreating in barely contained terror.

"Allow me." Finch said, approaching as if he had known the giant for years. It was simple to give the keg a shove, and it rolled to the giant, who snatched it up and broke the lid in half with his fingernail, trying to sip from the shot-glass sized barrel as best he could. The human tried not to wince as he pushed the heavy barrow over the chalk line, knowing he couldn't show his nerves. Even if he was a little anxious, the smell of fear would only make things worse. Calm and collected, he looked up to see himself being watched.

He was within reach. It would only take a swipe of one huge hand and he'd be naught but a stain. "Do you speak the common tongue, sir?" Finch asked, stepping away from the whole roast sheep, which went ignored for now.

"Not much." Came the reply, raspy but a lot easier after the water. "Call me Njor."

"Professor J. Finch, at your service." He replied with a sweeping bow.

"Why are you here?" Njor reached for the sheep, eyes trained on Finch. He didn't even blink when treetrunk fingers splintered the barrow beneath their weight, still and steeled.

As crunching bone and hungry slurps echoed in the dungeon, Finch detailed his work as a giantologist, telling of how the King was rather perturbed by the fact that a rogue giant was 'causing destruction', and how Finch had used his connections to persuade him to let him 'tame the beast'.

"Thus, here I am. I'm afraid it's a 'kneel to your lord or die at his sword' situation." He peppered in the idiom, which seemed to make the giant perk up slightly. "But, if you need a new start, there's a wonderful place I know of. No slayers, plenty of food, completely out of King Fat Head's jurisdiction."

Njor licked his fingers, wiping them on his grubby rags, then reached toward Finch with the intent to grab. Holding out both arms, Finch spoke as loudly as he could. "I'll step on your hand if you lay it flat!" Immediately, the five threatening digits turned to rest on their backs against the cold floor, and Finch thanked Njor as he hopped into his palm. The feeling of being lifted was one he always treasured, the tickle in his gut making him feel giddy.

"You really want to help me?" Njor asked, eyes level with the human.

"Of course I do. Though you'll have to do something for me in return." At Njor's sneer, he gave him a beaming smile. "I'd like to ask you a few questions. Once you're settled. Besides that, I only ask that you do as I instruct so we can get out of here with our hides intact."

It felt good, watching the people of the castle squirm as shackles were unlocked, the colossal beast once more allowed to stand to his full height. All expected a rampage, expected blood to fly and walls to crack. But Njor's shoulders were slumped, his legs shaky, and his head hung low as Finch led him through the large doors that led to the arena. A sickening idea. Every booming step was slow and well placed, Finch not even looking up as they made their way to the back gate.

"I can carry you."

"I wouldn't want you to worry about me when you need to focus on your footing. We both know a gentleman of your size wouldn't fare well in a tumble, especially with how thin you are. No, no. You can drink and rest by the river, and I shall bring supplies."

Njor didn't reply, his eyes to the ground. The portcullis lifted slowly and both the human and the giant felt a slight prickle of sweat on their brows. They knew the archers were there. Finch didn't step out until it was high enough for both of them, feet above scuffing as the guards leant over the other side of the wall. Njor paused as he looked out at the sprawling green woodland below them, taking a deep breath of fresh air. Freedom.

"Now, before we briefly part ways, I need a word." Finch beckoned him, and Njor took a knee beside the Professor. "You must stay by the river where I can find you. Otherwise we'll both be for the chop. Alright?" Njor nodded, but Finch stood tall with a steely glint in his eye. "Swear on the mountains of your forefathers."

"I swear on the breath of my kin." Njor said with his hand on his heart.

Satisfied, Finch went one way, and Njor went the other, striding past the western edge of the village, ignoring the screams from villagers as he strode toward a cool drink.

By the time Finch had found someone willing to actually drive his cartload of food, it was already getting late in the day, and he hoped he hadn't kept Njor waiting too long. The driver was clearly antsy, as if he'd be snatched up any second, but Finch kept pleasantly chatting away as if nothing at all was amiss.

When they broke the treeline, Finch sighed in relief upon seeing the giant having a well earned nap, stretched out in the sunlight like a very very large cat.

"I wouldn't worry about waking him." Finch assured the man as he unloaded the groceries as quietly as possible. "Firstly, he's been through a lot. He's exhausted, bless him." He didn't notice the annoyance of the driver that he wasn't helping, instead going into lecture mode, hands clasped behind his back. "Secondly, giants have quite the difference in circadian rhythm and the alternations between stages of sleep. For example…"