#welcome swallows

[redrcs]

Apartment living

Abandoned grain silo, Eumungerie

On my travels

[starscorchedfingertips]

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

real talk having the 2nd worst new years eve yet 🤢🤢🤢 (throat infection, twisted neck, banged-about-foot, ego AND the rest o' me all bruised like misjuggled peaches 🍑🍑🍑)

im bent outa shape and suspectin the universe owes me 8 buck if anyone wannsa chip in

[spaceinvadeeer]

sigh. guess fucking what.

[birds-that-screm]

Welcome Swallow (Hirundo neoxena)

© Zebedee Muller

[gooch-cancer]

i feel like the infantilization of lisa throughout the movie was very very real. coming from someone who did deal with being outcasted due to their oddness and mental instability i did deal often with my peers treating me like i was younger than them, acting like i wasn't smart and i saw myself in lisa during those moments. for example, michael and doug calling lisa "kid" or "kiddo" when talking to her or her dad not taking her seriously when showing obvious signs that things are getting worse for her. i often see the adults treating her like a misbehaving child who wants attention instead of a person going through a very rough time in life. they only cared when she passed away. something about the only good victim being a dead one etc.

[crapbirdphotography]

A young Welcome swallow (Hirundo neoxena) and its sibling's tail.

[mispelled]

Brainrot

[snapsparkwoosh]

anyways have some more

[dovemoulins]

will you join them on the evil haunted tree....?

round.......

[voidbirds]

I've been watching the Welcome swallows tend to a nest above my local grocery store and today I stole their child! Kidding, child managed to get stuck in the shop and couldn't figure out the glass windows (Don't worry buddy happens to us all).

I got laughed at as I was bringing him outside, 10/10 will steal again.

[starscorchedfingertips]

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

i run the risk of sounding like a #fakefan here, but i've never lied to you before and i do not intend to start now:

i've got 2 episodes left of s4 and i know it is beloved by fans... but i'm having such a hard time with the Unrelenting Sadness. i feel like i'm tuning into scully torture time each evening.

[mndvx]

And Bo-Katan Kryze, by Creed, you too are redeemed. -But I do not walk the Way. Did you bathe in the Waters? -I did. And have you removed your helmet since? -No, I have not. Then you may join our covert, and live as your ancestors once did. You may leave anytime you wish. Until then, you are one of us. THE MANDALORIAN – Chapter 19: The Convert (S03E03) ��›› Emily Swallow as The Armorer ››› Katee Sackhoff as Bo-Katan Kryze

[beepbeepdespair]

hey guys did you know that after the events of lisa frankenstein lisa actually just started joining other horror films for funsies. yeah she's having a great time

[loosesodamarble]

Welcome to the Black Bird Part 9: Hector's Luck

Summary: Introducing David as Hector, one of the friendly bussers of the Black Bird. Genre: general Word count: ~850 A/N: @mikuyuuss is the artist behind David's art!

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When David got home, he felt lightheaded and ready to vomit. He didn’t bother taking off his shoes as either his roommates would clean up or make him take care of whatever scuff marks he left behind. All David really had on his mind was getting to the bathroom.

The fluorescent lights were too bright. The fan droned low, making his skull ache. At least the water was the right temperature and the feeling of it washing over him felt therapeutic.

David washed his hair three times. And he scrubbed at his skin until it felt raw. All to remove the stink of cigarettes and alcohol. As he rinsed off, David reminded himself to buy new laundry sheets and replace the sachets in his drawers.

He stepped out of the shower and his visage in the mirror greeted him. His hair stuck to his face, framing his eyes and their dark circles. David tried to smile, to relax in his home, but his face was too tired for it.

When David heard that casinos took you for all you were worth, he thought it only applied to the gamblers. But he fell victim as well, though in a much different way.

He wanted to be able to serve customers with a smile. To interact with them and know that his work was appreciated. But all his smiles and friendly banter was wasted on people so drunk on greed that they wouldn’t pay him any mind.

David wanted something else. He wanted to go somewhere else. To be someone else.

…..

The bell of the door chimed and David moved with a skip in his step to greet the customers.

“Welcome, most esteemed Mistresses, to the Black Bird,” David proclaimed.

Though he was a busser by title, “Nero” was giving him more opportunities to work as the front desk host. David felt honored, knowing he was trusted to give customers a good first impression, and so he took to the task with gusto.

It was a trio of customers. One woman had deep violet hair done up in a ponytail, the end of which cascaded past her hips. The second lady had orange locks with some parts transitioning into a summery green shade. The third had mint blue hair, mostly loose save for two buns atop her head.

David performed a bow before rising to say to the guests, “Hector is my name, and seating you shall be my utmost pleasure this evening.” He confirmed that their party was only the three of them and grabbed menus for them. “This way, my ladies.”

“Wow, this place even has a chandelier!” the woman with two-toned hair commented. “The decor in the whole room is lovely.”

“Why thank you,” David responded, grinning. “All this luxury is for lovely masters and mistresses like yourselves.” The comment seemed to bring levity to the trio as each of them smiled a bit wider.

The trio was brought to a table and David helped each one into their chair.

“Your butler should be with you momentar—”

“Oh, it’s not you?” the violet-haired woman questioned. “That’s not fair, you’ve been great to us in such a short time.” She smiled, a bit playful but a bit sad too.

David felt his face heat up and he rubbed the back of his neck. “My lady, you flatter me. But no. Still, I’m glad that your evening with us is off to a grand start!” He gave a small bow before shuffling off to clean up a table.

The heat in his face was reaching his ears. And his heart pounded. All from being wanted. It was silly to think, but he was addicted to that feeling.

…..

Tipsy Roast. A pork roast with a bourbon marinade and plated with caramelized onions and green beans.

At first, David didn’t like the idea of a bourbon marinade. His time at the casino soured his opinion of alcohol. It changed people, making them loud. Reckless. Rude. But the chefs assured him that the cooking process burned most of the alcohol away, only leaving the flavor.

David had never been good in the kitchen but he knew good food when he tasted it.

The pork had a zing to it, at least that was the best way David could describe it. He tasted a bit of the bourbon, toasted and nutty, which made the pork’s flavor fuller. The onion and green beans then rounded out the dish, making the plate complete.

“I never knew alcohol could be used like that,” David remarked to “Johnathan” as the two of them carried dirty plates to the sink after a shift.

“At its most basic, alcohol is a chemical substance,” “Johnathan” explained with a relaxed smile. “How it’s used is what matters. Just like how Lady Nero doesn’t care what our backgrounds are but instead what we can bring to the cafe.” He left David with a nod.

David stood at the sink and thought.

How it’s used, he thought as he started the water. I’m not all that different, I guess…

Back at the casino, David was worked to the bone and treated as expendable. But at the Black Bird, even if he wasn’t a butler, he served with a smile that the customers would reciprocate.