#winterbirds

[missedmilemarkers]

[sunshinegearbox]

[cormorants]

Follow up to the post I just rb'd-- it's gotta be SJI! Love this lighthouse and all the wildlife around it

[blog-nancy-draw-stuff]

Thank you chickadees for cheering us up all winter. #nancycarlsonstudios #winterbirds https://www.instagram.com/p/Cow3DF4OTuW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[birdsofvermont]

Winter Crow Roost in Middlebury, VT. Swipe for sound. #Crow #WinterCrowRoost #winterbirds # (at Vermont) https://www.instagram.com/p/CogYIH-O8KT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[alexf14r]

#ломо #smena #смена #smenasymbol #сменасимвол #slavich #славич #mikrat #микрат #mikratortho #микраторто #winterbirds #зимниептицы #birdrhythm #птичийритм #birdup #птичканись #blackandwhitephotograph #чернобелаяфотография #135film #bwfilm #чбпленка #blackandwhitefilm #чернобелаяпленка #streetporn #уличнаяфотография #phornography #lensculturestreet #alexeyfrolov #алексейфролов (at Санкт-Петербург) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoDGO1oIbcW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[shiroselia]

Have you seen this girl?

Now you have <3

[allyalbonart]

Just before Christmas, I decided to stick to my tradition of drawing a robin, although this time, in oils! Traditionally, oil paintings are done on a warm wash background so I had a go - and yes, really love painting on the warmer toned surface!

[naturemanmike]

Bufflehead ♀️ The way I try to photograph diving ducks is kind of funny. My approach is similar to the red light, green light game. When the duck dives, I run towards it for about 3-4 seconds, then kneel down before it pops back up. I do this until I'm in close range to get a decent shot. I won't say it works 100% of the time, but I does help! I'm sure the folks who've seen me do this were probably thinking, what the heck is that man doing. 😄 #bird_captures #raw_birds #massaudubon #nature #masswildlife #winterbirding #ducks #divingducks #audubonsociety #nature_worldwide_birds #birdfreaks #birdinginmassachusetts #ducksofinstagram #1birdshot #winter #planetbirds #your_best_birds #eye_spy_birds #nuts_about_birds #waterfowl #castleislandboston #birdnerd #birdphotography #bbcearth #birds_perfection #naturemanmike #bufflehead #amazingbirds #blackbirders #migratorybirds (at Castle Island South Boston) https://www.instagram.com/p/ComrTadOyR8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lotealoxie]

Crazed ice and (by nature) crazed geese

[sgiandubh]

Welcome to the shitshow

We have:

A ✈ sighting. No pics.

The MPC live, scarce details. No rings. Spartan decor. Suntan and out of Bonnie Scotland. No further details on destination, which might or might not be the same as the flight. Mark me, I think it is - he is in Gran Canaria and for a very precise reason: keeping his part of the deal and his Onlies on tenterhooks.

C is seen in Marseille, hullaballoo ensues. We pinpoint some coincidental details. I was expecting the shite to hit the fan in 4, 3, 2, 1...

And it did. With both sopranos hinting at the same person, but only one brave (or rather foolish enough) to push a name out there. Disingenuous, to say the least - but oh, how convenient for any given agenda. Because it's too easy, when you give out a name to a thirsty crowd to say: 'well, of course it's because of the shippers! They did this or that (sky is the limit)! They are to blame!' (excuse me?) and 'well, of course they won't say a word, now' (how convenient if the thing does not stick, eventually).

That was, IMHO, a strategic mistake and the petticoat is showing across the pond.

Around the same time, I started to get a different kind of Anon, day after day after day. Very brutal. Foul-mouthed. And...with some intel. I answered the first, but then when things started to 'happen', the coin dropped very quickly that: a) I did hit a nerve and b) someone or some people wanted me to push this particular agenda - remember when...?

For reference:

And then today, just in time for the long, boring, chilly and even snowy (depending on your location) week-end, the bomb dropped and the cargo was juicy:

A name. A woman. A gym. Not one, but three suspicious videos: the one with the leg, the one with the clear voice (unmistakably S!) and the one with the dog (and more S voiceover). How nicely connected. How fucking perfect.

An Airbnb close to the gym. What would a single woman traveler do in a three-bedroom gargantuan villa all by herself, when you are in Winterbird Central with a bajillion other accommodation options, is beyond any logic. So easily and lazily - OMG, date!

Unless...

Unless you conveniently forget some details:

Not one, but three different promos/endorsements, with a discount code to boot - 10% off, how nice!

The one that has been discussed by just about everyone:

The one that provided the discount code for new subscribers: Gymshark, a fitness attire manufacturer (https://eu.gymshark.com/).

And the most important one, hiding behind a humble hashtag: #metcon. Now I don't know you, but I'd rather digress about tea parlors and bookstores, and so had no fucking idea Metcon was, in fact...

Yup. Nike. A very recent model - expensive and sure, in need of immediate product placement/promo:

And so, for tax reasons, she just had to (mandatorily) include the #ad (as in advertisement, lest we'd not have naive Anons again!) hashtag.

Also, this, posted along the short reel with S's voice (but who cared, all 👂were there and only there):

That woman was working. She has, after all, 450k Insta followers. If she and S met at a gym in a winter destination very sought after by Scots should be none of our business. If they met again or have a regular training schedule does not mean they fuck or that we're going to look out for Remarkable Week-end 2.0. If they met in Hyrox GLA - so what? What is this, I beg your pardon, Gilead? People just can't hang out, like ever, I mean men and women?

🙄

But.. but... the gargantuan villa...?

Och. Sure enough, the place is correctly identified. You can check chez Marple. I am not posting it, because I do not want to and by now, I trust just about everyone has seen those pics. But this time, I am not going there. The name of that villa, even, made me laugh like a drain. I mean how more in your face can they be?

Who footed the bill of this rather comfy PR shitshow, reminiscing of Ha-wa-wee, 🐰 and whatever else you could think of? SRH?

Perhaps. But what if Nike did, as a freebie to a very good promoter? They sure can spare the dime and, to be honest, as we speak, there is no sign S and her share anything else than a gym schedule. What tells us with absolute certainty, at least at this moment in time, she is not there with friends, family or even a group of fellow promoters, Avon-style?

Oh, and the world is definitely a handkerchief, especially in GLA, it would seem. Wanna know who also follows her on Insta?

Paul Donnelly. Nope, not the chef. This Paul Donnelly:

The one who literally owes S a shitload of cash. A post that earned me a report (I was just explaining, if I remember correctly, that S would have been wise to legally secure that hefty loan, nothing more).

And now you know what? That post is gone, vanished, poof and I have no idea why. I surely did not take it down, I never do this.

And surely enough, just before I started writing, Filthy Anon came back and warned me there was more (pics, 👅👄) about McFitness. Surely enough, the same info (albeit toned down) was picked up by *urv in her comments' thread, about twenty minutes after Anon dropped by.

Agenda, anyone? God forbid!

You draw your own conclusions. I can only very honestly say:

Welcome to the Shitshow - the Winter Edition!

This page is not going to follow blindly your script, whoever you are. This page simply hopes to cleverly hit a nerve every time it considers necessary. Other than that, big effing deal, really. Ship on.

Sorry for the length. I was never good at summing up.

[sunshinegearbox]

[thelustybraavosimaid]

The sun ushered in a new dawn, and Jon remained curled on his bed. He lifted his head to see echoes of the wonder of Winterfell, the first home he ever knew, bathed in sunlight rendered pink and purple and orange. The colours appeared and disappeared with every thick grey cloud that rolled past. A chilly breeze floated through the open shutters, cooling the sweat upon his brow. Winterbirds sang in the treetops of the ancient grove nestled within the walls, and steam from the hot springs inside rose in a misty column. From his vantage point, he could see the makings of a fogbow.

But the tranquil, fragile beauty of the morn did nothing to assuage his pain. Jon groaned as his heart thumped and squeezed against his ribs, constantly stealing him of his breath. His body ached in ways it never had before, and no matter how much ale or wine or water he drank, the feeling of thirst would not abate.

Endless, eternal thirst.

It was agony.

Jon thought the burns sustained from fighting Othor's undead form had been excruciating enough, but this certainly felt worse. Maester Aemon had told him how painful it was when a vampyre could not have their soulmate—the book he gifted said as much itself—but he had never said it was like this. The brutal pain made him hyper-aware, as well—the wretched pulses ebbed and flowed the closer or further Arya was to him, so he instinctively knew she was near.

He had to push her away at times, had to avoid her. That failed to grant him any measure of relief. Doing so granted its own form of distress.

This was torture, just like Maester Aemon said, he thought. He flexed the shaking fingers of his sword hand. Jon's fangs prodded the flesh of his lip, digging deep enough to draw a small well of blood.

A hurried knock filled the blaring silence, demanding Jon's attention. He could smell her before she entered: earth and snow, wind and leather. The smell of home.

"Little sister," he murmured, working his mouth for moisture. His throat felt drier than the sands of Dorne. Burning garnet eyes locked on Arya, her own shining like freshly minted golden coins in the burgeoning light.

"You didn't eat," her eyes glanced at the supper from last night. The soup remained where the maid left it, half-frozen from the open shutters and coated with a thin layer of grease. "You're avoiding me, too. I don't...I don't like seeing you like this."

Jon closed his eyes and willed himself to breathe evenly. "I know, Arya, and I'm sorry. It—" Hurts, he wanted to say, if a wave of want hadn't stopped him short. His fangs dug deeper than before and filled his nose with the tang of metal. She's too close, too close.

But Arya stepped forward, her body within touching distance. He held his breath. She slid her hands between the spaces of his own and squeezed, making him tremble with the connection; Jon wanted it all and nothing, wanting to push her away to spare them both. Wasn't that what Maester Aemon did, for his own soulmate?

Jon opened his eyes, meeting with the familiar grey he found so pretty. Worry etched her features, furrowed her brow. With a start, he could hear the beat of her heart, the rush of hot blood flowing through her veins...he wanted to sink his teeth down into the flesh of her pale neck, to sup until they were as they had always been, those two hearts that beat as one. He wanted...he wanted—

To make her his mate.

He shouldn't. That was plain enough. What would their father think? Robb? But still...

He couldn't help the way he wanted it more than anything. Replacing the dryness, his mouth watered at the prospect. His mind screamed for it. His eyes begged for her to further close the distance.

Even in the silence, she knew, and she obeyed.

"Food isn't enough, water isn't enough, you need more," Arya leaned down and jutted her lip with that stubborn tilt, her lush mouth nearly touching his. "I know you're a vampyre, Jon. Just bite me already and stop being so stupid."

[horsegurrl]

I have returned

Yes, I have returned. I've been away from ssoblr for a while now. Because my original blog is connected to an email I don't use anymore and I'm too lazy to constantly jump between accounts like that, I decided it would just be easier for me to make this a side blog. Anyway.

In game you can find me on... Freezing Crater (us) - Aleksandrina Winterbird Marshmallow Clouds (se) - Anastasia Winterbird Air Star (se) - Berta Slower

I'll follow you, but since this is a side blog it will be from the main @thatcrypticsister

[shiroselia]

Give it up for more Winterbird pics! I got her good pants now, so now she doesn't have a single 0 stat item. I'm ignoring main story right now to focus on Harvest Counties, but as soon as I'm at a satisfying level here we're passing Cass.

(She is still so pretty and I love her <3)

[naturemanmike]

Black-capped Chickadee 📸 Although there were a lot of migratory ducks at Deer Island, getting a good, low, eye level composition is difficult because the platform near the water is too high up. So I spent some time photographing the other birds in the area. #birdphotography #bird_captures #raw_birds #massaudubon #best_birds_of_world #birds_illife #birdsofinstagram #best_birds_photography #canonr5 #audubonsociety #nature_worldwide_birds #birdingphotography #amazingbirds #total_birds #blackcappedchickadee #birds_perfection #deerisland #winterbirding #planetbirds #your_best_birds #eye_spy_birds #nuts_about_birds #bird_brilliance #birdwatching #birds_adored #dailybirdpix #bbcearth #allaboutbirds #best_birds_of_ig #birdinginmassachusetts (at Deer Island) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co-IBF9uDNP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=