#wood thrushes singing

[geopsych]

Here’s a video so you can hear the water and the thrushes. I took it for you because you couldn’t be there. <3

[emirkocturk]

Bazen bir çok insanla aynı dili konuşmuyor olsak da. aklen ve kalben hep aynı uzaklara dalarız aslında..

Inner sadness..

[ashrayus]

MORE FIC RECOMMENDATIONS DUDE???

DUDE so sorry i kept u waiting for a while XDD here they aree make sure to give them some love <3

also here's part 1 and part 2 of my fic recs as well :p

one of many dreams by sunlitlemonade

On the headstone is a boy.

absolute poetry that sun cooked up based on my drawing?? ToT read it right neowww!!!! <33

Big Brother Big Brother by bloggerspam

“Damian, this is…Robin.” Mother falters over the name, a rare occasion. She looks unsure, which makes him scrutinize the teen harder, “They have just about finished their…training.” Robin looks towards Mother, reacting to the name by getting up and sloping over. They seem to toddle, as if unused to their own limbs, before stopping next to Damian. Robin crouches, staring at Damian with vacant eyes, searching, too big hands reaching over. One gently prods at his neck, where the bruises are no doubt now surfacing. The other cradles his still assuredly small hands, turning them this way and that to inspect the cracked up nails. Robin grunts, scooping Damian up into his arms despite his protests. The teen is strong, holding him tightly and looking at Mother with some kind of expression that causes her to heave a heavy sigh. “Let us get you cleaned up, Habibi. It seems that you will be seeing more of Robin in the future.” Or: I explore the brotherly relationship between Damian and Jason, tracing all the way back to their days at the LoA. Damian POV, Mute+Pre-pit!Jason.

cantt believe this beautiful fic was inspired by my art!! absolutely wonderful jason&damian and talia right here!!!!

Sickening Succession by Geeves

The stars can be so blinding When you get tired of fighting You know the one you can look to ----- Two scenes where they can't help but push themselves too hard. Two different moments in time and in life where they question if they're loved. Two similar situations that reflect each other like mirrors as their bodies buckle under the weight they're holding. Two brothers being there for the other.

very sick dick and robin jason (and a little bit bruce) lovee this sm i love the way geeves writes them always :)

door, opening by cowboysorceror

It’s barely audible, but he knows what he heard. A short, four-note whistle, chirping down – E, C#, then jumping up to A, F#, a little trill on the finish. He waits a moment, head turned slightly towards the dim shapes of storage containers between him and the ramp, eyes straining against the blackness. Long, stretching seconds. There it is again. His gloved hand, prickling with cold, closes into a fist. It’s a wood thrush. A small North American songbird that doesn’t sing at night, doesn’t live in the city. He knows what it means. It means hold, steady, not yet. It means wait for me, I’m behind you.

I only read the first chapter so far but mindd blown with the writing,,love love loved it. i think its batfam but mostly focusing on dick and jason

No Complaints by couldyoublameme

“Hood?” There’s a dead body on the floor. The boy’s throat is bared open, too many slashes to justify it as impersonal. He has Tim's face, mouth parted in a silently deafening scream, eyes blue and scared and unseeing. Jason squeezes his eyes shut, lets out a breath, and looks away. It’s not real, he repeats to himself. It’s Fear Toxin. It's Crane. It’s something that could’ve happened but didn’t. It's not real, it’s not real, it’s not real. -- Jason gets hit with fear toxin. His older brother is there, for better or for worse.

same writer!! really really good, mind the tags

Miscommunications and Misnomers by JouskaAndVellichor

Buzzing. He shouldn’t be out here, with the buzzing in his veins. He’d not even wanted to go out tonight, couldn’t trust himself to keep his temper on a leash and not hurt someone who didn’t need to be. Fuck Two-Face, for getting his hands on the Man-Bat serum some-fucking-how and deciding to break out and use it tonight. Jason's choices catch up to him, as his family do their best while kept in the dark.

jason and the lazarus healingg!!! loved this, but mind the tags

Stick the Landing by pinstripedJackalope

Roy and Jason are in Belle Reve for a mission when things go fantastically sideways. It's pretty hard to catch a bat off guard, but hey, there's nothing a little appendicitis can't ruin ;)

had me going crazyyy such great jason&roy andd some alfred sprinkled in the end suchhh a good read!!

between a rock and a high place by LadyHaleth

"Let him go!" Nightwing snarls through the com, voice raw and strained. Jason laughs. The modulator of his helmet crackles, and the sound of his laughter echoes cold and cruel. "Are you sure you want me to do that?" During an unplanned and unsupervised encounter with the Red Hood, Tim takes an (also unplanned) dive off the side of a building. As Tim's life hangs by a thread, Red Hood taunts Batman and Nightwing, threatening to drop him. But does he really mean it? Because for someone threatening to let go, Jason's grip is awfully tight.

i wrote down "Tim is here and jason is being an ass XD" to this i guess its pretty accurate. and dick&jason as well :')

Covers by stealthdisaster

Prompt 17: Only One Bed

little then&now fic with dick and jason with suchh great fluff to melt u :')

carry your heart by Aelig

"Dick carefully looks over at Jason, as his concentrated face as the hero confronts the villain on the screen, as his food halfway to his mouth but already forgotten. He looks terribly young, like this - all his thirteen years of life and a relaxed posture he’s still not used to have. Dick kind of wants to ruffle his hair or hugs him casually, like he does with the Titans; but he and Jason still aren’t close enough for that, he thinks. They just start hanging out together, outside of some messages by phone and video calls, and that without counting the two-something patrol they did together. But Dick is already sure of one thing - he really, really likes Jason. He’s a cute kid, full of curiosity and bright intelligence, sharp words and amazed eyes. Dick decided since the beginning that Jason will be his little brother, but it’s more say than done. But now - now, Dick thinks it will be easy to love Jason and see him as his family. He likes the idea even more, too, now that he learns to know Jason." OR: Dick, Jason, and two movie nights at two different point of time.

fluff!!!! safe and warm <3

There You Are by calamityin

Jason Todd is not an idiot and he makes good choices. Most of the time. But occasionally he doesn't and he has to rely on others to get him out of things. This would be manageable if he could just remember to let people help him. And remember they need to know he needs help first.

this one is so,, :(( mind the tags

Fail Safe by Goldmonger

“All good?” asked Jason, who was bouncing in front of him, eagerly watching Clark scrutinise his own body. He looked spooky, all bathed in red light, but Clark had been in photography darkrooms before. This was hardly any different. “All good,” Clark said, smiling. “Just… new.” “Do you feel all weak?” Clark laughed uneasily. “Do you?”

adorable robin jason and clark!!

and lastly guest appearence from wally but such a nice fic <3

déjà vu by Muddell

For a second, it’s déjà vu. The sight of the small, dark-haired, colorful blur that flips through the air. Then, Wally sees the differences. The murderous glare on the kid's face. The variations in his costume, how his hair sits. The knee-jerk expectation of Dick Grayson is replaced by Dick Grayson’s brother. Wally is staring at Damian Wayne. Who just crawled—dressed as Robin, with his hands bound behind his back, blood streaming from a cut on his forehead—free of a van.

[petaltexturedskies]

I rose this morning early as usual, and went to my desk. But it's spring, and the thrush is in the woods, somewhere in the twirled branches, and he is singing. And so, now, I am standing by the open door. And now I am stepping down onto the grass. I am touching a few leaves. I am noticing the way the yellow butterflies move together, in a twinkling cloud, over the field. And I am thinking: maybe just looking and listening is the real work. Maybe the world, without us, is the real poem.

Mary Oliver, from the book of time

[sashayed]

thinking about her(mit thrush singing in the woods)

[mosticonicbirdcallbracket]

MOST ICONIC BIRD CALL BRACKET: ROUND ONE: BARN OWL vs. WOOD THRUSH

IN THE BLUE CORNER, we have a wrestler with eerie beauty and deadly grace, the silent assassin of the ring, the barn owl!

despite its soft plumage and its sweet, heart-shaped face, this is an opponent that demands respect. the barn owl is incredibly agile, able to fly silently through the air and strike its opponents with deadly precision. you might think that, like any owl, the barn owl will hoot - but if you run with that assumption, you'll be in for a nasty surprise when you hear that piercing, ear-shattering shriek.

IN THE RED CORNER, it's time to face the music. hailing from the lush forests of north america, it's the wood thrush!

this is a fierce opponent that's been training for this competition its entire life. this bird is able to sing not one, but two notes at the same time, giving its song an ethereal, flute-like quality. the wood thrush is here tonight to prove that it's not just a pretty face - this is a true championship contender. get ready, because the wood thrush is here to sing his way to victory!

[noverim-te]

Tell me a story, a story that will be my story as well as the story of everyone and everything about me, the story that brings us together in a valley community, a story that brings together the human community with every living being in the valley, a story that brings us together under the arc of the great blue sky in the day and the starry heavens at night, a story that will drench us with rain and dry us in the wind, a story told by humans to one another that will also be the story that the wood thrush sings in the thicket, the story that the river recites in its downward journey, the story that Storm King Mountain images forth in the fullness of its grandeur.

―Thomas Berry, 'The Dream of the Earth'

inspiration: love is a place

[sillylotrpolls]

(Unnecessarily complicated reason for poll below poll)

So, a prominent character in the Silmarillion is Lúthien. She is the precious only daughter of a powerful elf king and a demi-goddess, and she's very beautiful and good at dancing and sings like a bird and is 100% Tolkien's insert character for his wife (awww). She is also called Tinúviel, which means Nightingale.

Later, when Aragorn first meets Arwen, he calls her Tinúviel in reference to a famous song about Lúthien's beauty and grace. Arwen is all, lol, fun fact, that's my great-great-grandma you're talking about, makes sense. (She kindly does not mention that Lúthien is also Aragorn's ancestor if you go back far enough.) So if you haven't read the Silm (sensible of you), you can just picture Arwen when answering this poll.

Now, hypothetically, someone might be trying to write a fanfiction in which Legolas is compared to Lúthien for assorted reasons (mostly because it's funny). But this potential author is not really up on birds, particularly song birds, and so they are uncertain what the best/funniest bird comparison for Legolas would be. This possible author might desire the wisdom of tumblr on the topic, but prefer to keep things hypothetical, because heaven forbid they commit to creating anything.

I assume you understand.

tl;dr If Gimli came upon Legolas in the woods and had to compare him to a bird, what would be the most appropriate bird for him to choose? Bonus points if Thranduil is highly offended or gratified by the choice.

PS: Any Tolkien scholars in the audience want to weigh in on whether Jirt was at all influenced by the Hans Christian Anderson fairy tale The Nightingale? Since I have recently learned just how much of LotR is referential I keep wondering about these things.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

door opening

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/1RgPqU6 by cowboysorceror It’s barely audible, but he knows what he heard. A short, four-note whistle, chirping down – E, C#, then jumping up to A, F#, a little trill on the finish. He waits a moment, head turned slightly towards the dim shapes of storage containers between him and the ramp, eyes straining against the blackness. Long, stretching seconds. There it is again. His gloved hand, prickling with cold, closes into a fist. It’s a wood thrush. A small North American songbird that doesn’t sing at night, doesn’t live in the city. He knows what it means. It means hold, steady, not yet. It means wait for me, I’m behind you. Or: There's a nasty new player in Park Row, the Red Hood is losing sleep, and Dick Grayson has only ever been mortal. - 1. Ostium, osti(i): Latin noun, II Declension. Translation: Door, opening; (river) mouth; entrance (to the underworld). Words: 7093, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), DCU (Comics), Nightwing (Comics), Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Original Characters, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne Relationships: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd Additional Tags: Case Fic, and also, Relationship Study, Dreams and Nightmares, Near Death Experiences, complicated familial relationships, brotherhood and all the love and misery it entails, families not by choice and not by blood but a secret third thing, Major Character Injury, Canon-Typical Violence, vigilantes were absolutely harmed in the making of this fic, Comic Book Science, the slow and horrible work of:, Repairing Relationships, rating is for violence, and for gratuitous use of any and all variations of the fuck word, i'm for sure on a watchlist for the research i did for this thing read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/1RgPqU6

[exhaled-spirals]

« Many men walk by day; few walk by night. It is a very different season. . . About ten o'clock,—when man is asleep, and day fairly forgotten,—the beauty of moonlight is seen over lonely pastures where cattle are silently feeding. On all sides novelties present themselves. Instead of the sun there are the moon and stars, instead of the wood-thrush there is the whip-poor-will,—instead of butterflies in the meadows, fire-flies, winged sparks of fire! . . .Instead of singing birds, the half-throttled note of a cuckoo flying over, the croaking of frogs, and the intenser dream of crickets. . .

The shadows of rocks and trees, and shrubs and hills, are more conspicuous than the objects themselves. The slightest irregularities in the ground are revealed by the shadows, and what the feet find comparatively smooth, appears rough and diversified in consequence. For the same reason the whole landscape is more variegated and picturesque than by day. The smallest recesses in the rocks are dim and cavernous; the ferns in the wood appear of tropical size. The sweet fern and indigo in overgrown wood-paths wet you with dew up to your middle. The leaves of the shrub-oak are shining as if a liquid were flowing over them. The pools seen through the trees are as full of light as the sky. . . You see the moonlight reflected from particular stumps in the recesses of the forest, as if she selected what to shine on. These small fractions of her light remind one of the plant called moonseed,—as if the moon were sowing it in such places. »

— Henry David Thoreau, Excursions

[geopsych]

It was still like this when I left.

[bonefall]

Clanmew warrior cats oc name translation time again? Yes.

Coalfrost- Kitchiki (hot coal-frost)

Dewlight- Pesooane (dew-ray of light). I chose ane over shayu because Dewlight was named for being optimistic and outgoing, kind of like a ray of sunshine... or a ray of light!

Eveningcloud- Piarrwifha (evening-thin cloud). Went for thin cloud over fat cloud because Eveningcloud is chill but not in a lazy way, more in a they kinda vaguely don't care way.

Foxcloud- Aowaohai (fox-fat cloud). Now THIS is a fat cloud cat. Chill but because they're lazy lol.

Falconscreech- Yassganyaolr (raptor-yowling) No word for falcon, so just used raptor! For screech, I was torn between screaming and yowling, but I chose yowling since it gives more of the this cat is really loud vibes.

Fireflydawn- Ahaigioochawhaf (glow-bug-dawn). In the absence of a word for firefly, i figured combining glow and bug would do.

Heatherbounce- Ssnibpipip (heather-bouncing). I picked the present tense mostly because she is always in action haha.

Maplestream- Hwooqshush (field maple-stream). Making use of the new word for maple here!

Moorstride- Kiyyrpaohao (grass-travelling). Struggled to translate this one, but it's where i ended up!

Softsnap- Wuffgnamna (soft fur-biting). Chose bite over snap just because in the absence of the alliteration, bite has more, well, bite to it.

Sparrowchirp- Qeeyanaya (sparrow-singing). No word for chirp, so I figured singing would do well enough.

Spiderbite- Skegnamnag (cobspider-bit)

Weaselsight- Byrrirpipo (weasel-sight)

Hydrangeadawn- Meyfuhawhaf (violet-dawn). No word for Hydrangea so I picked an approximation.

Pinefoot- Nyyp'pwyyar (pine needle-foot)

Songspeckle- Errarriwoowoo (song thrush-spotting). Chose the bird over song itself because I think that's fun.

Swanstep- Hchomssappap (swan-walked)

Tideshred- Saossassrapssen (current-shredded). No word for tide, figured current was the closest thing.

First submission to use the new Maple word award! I appreciate the use of thin-cloud for Eveningcloud, fat-cloud is the popular choice so it's nice to see the underdog get love lmao

Words for you;

Peregrine Falcon (Falco peregrinus) = Pree

Eurasian Hobby (Falco subbuteo) = Yowpiu

Moor = Hwayao NOT JUST A GRASSLAND. This is the equivalent of "Forest" to "Woods." When Clan cats say "moorland" they are referring to an entire biome, encompassing heaths, grasslands, tors, and dales.

Heath = Afwa The "woods" to moorland "forest." This is a particular parcel of the moorland, an area with acidic soil that needs to be managed through fire or grazing, lest it success into sparse woodland.

Chirp/Note/Beat (Word is used interchangeably) = Bwi The same Clanmew terms for various songs are used for birdsongs. A Bwi is a single beat of the larger song of a bird, or just one word in a speech. When combined with another Bwi, you have a Tune. Put Tunes together and you have a song.

Hawthorn (Crataegus monogyna) = Arke Clan cats don't have hydrangeas, so I went and found a plant that looks a lot like them! Hawthorns have fluffy clusters of flowers and grow with big, strong, thorned bushes. Feel free to translate as 'haw' or 'hydrangea,' however you'd like. If you want to keep the 'exotic' feel of a domestic plant, feel free to play around with the words for domestic rose, or fuschia.

[alphareleasemedia]

Come In -- Robert Frost

As I came to the edge of the woods, Thrush music--hark! Now if it was dusk outside, Inside it was dark.

Too dark in the woods for a bird By sleight of wing To better its perch for the night, Though it still could sing.

The last of the light of the sun That had died in the west Still lived for one song more In a thrush's breast.

Far in the pillared dark Thrush music went-- Almost like a call to come in To the dark and lament.

But no, I was out for stars: I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.

[raventhrush]

Thinking about the idea of how I would show the visuals of the Hobbit vs the visuals that the PJ films made

There is a lot of things that I like about the Hobbit movies. But I do think they held back on character moments and had too many gratuitous action scenes. I would have changed so many colours in the movies. really pushing the whimsical aspects and had a glowy haziness to many scenes to showcase that the story that we're being told is done so from Bilbo's memory

Oh and I would resolve the lack of women characters by making the camera into the female gaze. ;-) nuff said.

aaaalso Tauriel your local arrow shooting badass kinda cool kinda creepy wood elf to satisfy my inner 12 yr old self.

The dwarves design wise are great, I would mostly just give them more scenes to bond with Bilbo, add especially add more scenes between Bilbo and Thorin. I would add little hints of the cultural differences, show Bilbo slowly warming up to them as well and yeah just make it fun and cute to watch.

I would also dive move into more of Thorin's inner conflicts ( release the firefly scene, PJ!) And I would use the raven and the thrush more as metaphors for the story progression, in PJ's version I felt they were such an afterthought.

There are some genuinly brilliant parts of the trilogy, Riddles in the Dark, the confrontation between Bilbo and Smaug, the singing in the first movie( that sadly got dropped after the first movie)

[petaltexturedskies]

I rose this morning early as usual, and went to my desk. But it's spring, and the thrush is in the woods, somewhere in the twirled branches, and he is singing. And so, now, I am standing by the open door. And now I am stepping down onto the grass. I am touching a few leaves. I am noticing the way the yellow butterflies move together, in a twinkling cloud, over the field. And I am thinking: maybe just looking and listening is the real work. Maybe the world, without us, is the real poem.

Mary Oliver, from the book of time