#wingspan

[elegantskelly]

Science is skibidi

[sirandking]

I would like to take this opportunity to say to anyone who is willing to listen: play Wingspan. 170 birds. Oceania, Asia, and Europe bird expansion packs. Roseate Spoonbill IS in fact an option. You can (and should) completely forgo the main gameplay to just collect all the prettiest birds. You can (and should) play it with your elderly bird-watching relatives to watch them absolutely lose their minds over the chipping sparrow and red-breasted merganser (do I know what these are or how they are different from other birds? No. Does every person at the table go "oh! a tufted titmouse! You gotta take that one, that's a good bird!" Yes.)

Other editions include Finspan (fish sanctuary) and Wyrmspan (dragons! dragon wildlife sanctuary!) if you are morally opposed to birds

[emiett]

She warble on my rump till I yell ow

[zoweeniereads]

everything about this fan art kills me.

rhys and feyre laughing together like no one else is in the room probably talking through their bond.

cassian staring at nesta like shes the only woman in the world even though nesta is looks like she couldn’t care less.

AZRIELS SMILE??????? ELAINS BEAUTIFUL FACE??????

amren giving rhys and feyre the biggest attitude bc shes so grossed out.

mor’s attitude glowing from across the room with her wine in hand… mor just being mor…

JUST EVERYTHING IN THIS IS SO PERFECT AND I CANNOT STOP LOOKING AT IT

[chasingrainbowsforever]

By Tsai Min Hsiu

[thelastgherkin]

We sail the ocean blue, and our saucy ship's a beauty We're sober men and true, and attentive to our duty

[thisblogisaboutabook]

Just over here thinking about Azriel in HOFAS

-“You can do good,” Azriel warned, “while still being bad.”

-“His wings were spread so wide they nearly touched either side of the cavern.”

- “So does it… tell the truth?” A hint of a smile, more chilling than the frigid air around them. “It gets people to do so.”

[aceonthebass]

casually watching Wingspan for the first time, and they're talking about Paul and Linda's second meetup, in LA in 1968, when . . .

IVAN VAUGHAN DETECTED

[johnnyslittleanimalblog]

Flying low by Shelly Lynn Hachey O Via Flickr: Great Gray Owl

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

I play way too much wingspan bc I see a picture of a Scissor-Tailed Flycatcher and always gasp and whisper "A celebrity"

[teatimebeliever]

Not well written, but the idea was too interesting to just not write it down. I will prolly write a fic on ao3 with better writing, this is just to put the idea out there so I dont forget about it. Just an enemies to lovers Azriel x oc or azriel x reader idea I had, with a lot of random background Idea I had on the character. Its angsty, and not the best meet cute but you know, I got the idea from a dream after I fell asleep listening to look what you made me, I did something bad, you should see me in a crown and therefore I am on loop. Good dream tbh. Anyway enjoy!

"What do you want from me, Shadowsinger?" She spat out, her hatred for his kind evident in her tone.

He tilts his head to the side again, his hazel eyes sparkling in the moonlight. He walked closer to her, his footsteps silent. "Nothing much, just curious as to why a young woman with no records of her existence is going out raiding, massacring and making so much chaos at illyrian camps?"

"They deserved it." She said quietly, but firmly. "If you're here for the women and their kids that are missing, they don't want to be found. They are safe, fed, comfortable and for the first time in their miserable lives, happy." She held her head high at the words.

"That did not answer my question. Why is a young girl such as yourself, carrying out such planned raids and missions? It can't possibly be to no end? What is your purpose?" He paused, giving her a moment to answer, but continued when she didn't. "You have caused quite the ruckus, you know? Become quite a threat." He said again, face still unreadable as he maintains the distance, knowing she could winnow away at any moment, in the cold and chilly mountains. It took months for him to track her once, he could not afford to lose her now.

"I will ask you again, Shadowsinger, what do you want?" She snarled.

"I am just trying to understand why you think a young girl like you is fit to be the judge, jury, and executioner. Justice is not something just anyone has the right to bestow." His words were veiled in amusement, as if all of her carefully plotted plans and raids were temper tantrums of a child, and not a movement in and of itself.

Her eyes glowed as her anger takes over and her magic her magic seeps out from her, uncontrolled and wild. The sheer strength of it had his amusement dying down into a look of wariness. "Do you want to know, Shadowsinger? You find it so amusing, don't you?"

He stares at her for a minute, a dark chuckle escaping his lips as he realized her weakness.

Her wrath.

"It seems I struck a cord. I do not find it amusing, but rather pitiful, you are so young, with so much anger inside you. What a waste."

She stepped closer, her magic thrumming in the ground, yet her words were quiet, filled with a kind of contempt that could only come from years of experience of things better left unheard, and unseen. "They took me from my mother by force, chopped off my wings, used me for their pleasure and left me there to die. An illyrian camp. And no one. Did. A thing." Her eyes were glaring right into Azriel's, her eyes full of all consuming wrath, as her words reminded him of another female he knew.

She laughed, but no humor was present in her voice as she continued. "No one even knew. You and your high lord lived blissfully unaware while my existence crumbled." She hissed at him, stopping just a few steps away.

"I was broken, thought I would never find myself again as I struggled in a lonely cabin I found abandoned in the woods. Felt as if everyday, I was still there, half-dead on the side of the road. Of course I knew living in the cabin was mercy compared to how they treated the women in those camps, like slaves. And thats when a girl came knocking at my door, an escapee from a camp. We decided soon after to create a safe space, for people like us. And the rest is history." She continued, eyes becoming damp at the memory, before shaking her head and smiling slightly, so sweetly. Azriel almost forgot that she had slaughtered a few dozen men a few hours ago.

He tried to reach out silently to catch her as she finally got to a distance where he knew he could grab her, so he could get more information out of her, about things she were clearly omitting, only to realise, that he couldn't move.

He looked up at her in horror as she continued smiling, almost as if it took her no effort restraining one of the strongest illyrians in history.

It didn't, Azriel realised.

"And so we trained. And I took so much pleasure in breaking the bones of men in illyrian camps as we raided them. Saved the women that wanted to leave, took them with us, back to our hideout, expanded it until it became a thriving community. We raided camps and bring people back, who can pick whatever they excel in and work in tandem. It is what I deserved when I had nothing. What they deserve." She smiled, pride shining in her eyes as she now dropped down to sit on a log in front of him, more interested in a white wildflower glowing in the moonlight instead of him.

"Say, Azriel, You're half illyrian, are you not?" She asked, her voice higher, lighter, mocking. "You trained in one of their camps, with your oh so righteous brothers, did you not?"

She did not wait for him to reply, knowing he couldn't. She made sure of it from her magic, taking away his ability to speak.

"You know it as well. Your brothers do too." Her voice was bitter as she plucked the flower. "And yet you choose to hide away in your pretty little city of starlight, ignoring the pain these women go through every day." She finally looked up at him, eyes shining with contempt. "You're just as bad as them." She hissed. "Why shouldn't I shred your wings like your people did to me? Speak, Shadowsinger, speak."

It took a moment for him to realise he could speak again.

Azriel was frustrated, he understood where she was coming from but he could feel his defensive nature for his family coming up. "Rhysand tries. He tries his best to do things for the girls there. There's new laws, there's change. It's happening but these things take time. We are nothing like them."

"You're illyrian, they're illyrian. You saw the suffering of the women there and chose to do nothing about it. You high lord may have put new rules in place, banning clipping of wings, and starting the training of girls. But you and I both know it still happens. All of you do." She shrugged, back to examining the flower. Her face was young still, and her body lithe, Azriel's heart felt a little heavy at the thought of her past, but the anger he felt at being this defenseless in front of a young fae overpowered that.

A dark growl escaped his lips as his jaw tensed, his voice was raspy when he finally continued. "We are trying our best to keep track of it, to eradicate such malpractices comple-"

He was cut off yet again, but this time her voice was louder.

"Well trying is not good enough!" She snapped. "You don't even know it when it happens. You're too busy going on fancy dinners with your inner circle. If you are so good at protecting illyrian women, where are my wings, Azriel?" She hissed as she looked into his eyes as if she was looking into his soul.

He froze at her question, his hazel eyes widening slightly. His jaw was still tense, and he tried to move his body again, failing to do so. He didn't say anything, choosing to remain silent. There was a hint of shame in his eyes as he looked away.

She scoffed as she looked away again as she dropped the flower and stood up again, dusting off her hands against each other.

"Thought so. Anyway," She cleared her throat, putting on a sickly sweet smile. "I am bored and tired of playing with you now. Scurry off, like the dog that you are and tell your high lord I said Hi. I am sure a very interesting gossip session awaits the inner circle tonight." She finished, the end of her sentence blended with yawn that had her stretching her taut muscles as she freed him from her magic and disappeared before he could even get used to the control he now had over his body again.

[miyrumiyru]

My zoom lens was only able to shoot him at that size (He was literally at 26 ft), but he was really big! almost 120mm wingspan (*＾-＾*）

(M) Alpine black swallowtail - Summer adults (Papilio maackii)

[adam-trademark]

Kool Kidz Expedition

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(March 21, 2024)

[card-of-the-day]

Today's Card Is: Splendid Fairywren

[passionateseadruid]

so you guys know all those videos on the Internet are like oh can flying type. Pokémon actually fly… could dragons actually fly if they were real…

I want that type of mass of like can. The wingspan carry them off the ground, but for Lucifer. Like most likely, he can fly, considering he has six wings but I still wanna know because we’ve seen his wings get bigger and smaller. (There’s no way that these:

Are all the same size.)

So which would actually be able to fly

[raccootic]

I know there’s grammar mistakes, but I fought autocorrect so hard, and I do not feel like going back and fixing them

Anyways, here’s them with wings!