Some Reasons Why My Budgie Panting?

It is possible that you own a bird and have observed that your bird pants. This may seem normal, but it could also indicate a health issue. In this article, we will discuss the reasons your bird may be sweating, and the ways you can help.

Normal Reasons for Budgie Panting

Controlling the Body Temperature

The majority of birds don't sweat, including Budgies. They control their temperature by breathing. It is normal for them to pant in order to expel hot air and exchange it with cool air. If your bird is panting on a hot day, it's probably just an attempt to cool down.

Physical Exertion

Budgies are very active and love to play and fly. Your budgie may be panting after playing and flying.

Excitement or Stress

Certain situations, such as the moment you meet a stranger or animal, budgies can become excited or even stressed. If your pet is shivering in these situations, it is likely just a temporary response to the anxiety or excitement.

Molting

Molting is a natural process which birds undergo in which they shed feathers and grow new ones. Molting can be an physically demanding process for birds, and some may even sweat as a result. Browse through https://avianstory.com/ web site if you require specifics info about birds.

Abnormal Reasons for Budgie Panting

Respiratory Infections

The most frequent issue for budgies is respiratory infections. This can result in panting and other symptoms such as coughing, nasal discharge, or coughing. It is essential to speak with an animal veterinarian when your pet has respiratory problems.

Heart Disease

Budgies can also develop heart diseases, which could cause them to pant. Loss of appetite and lethargy are also symptoms of heart issues for the budgie. It is vital to consult your veterinarian if you think your budgie may have heart disease.

Heat Stroke

Panting is a great way for budgies to manage their body temperatures, they can still be susceptible to heat strokes when they are in extreme heat. The signs of heat stroke in budgies can include panting the feeling of lethargy and the loss of appetite. If you think your pet suffers from heat stroke, transfer them to a cooler environment immediately and consult a vet.

Poisoning

Some household products and food can cause budgies to pant and show other signs. Chocolate, avocado, coffee and alcohol as well as some cleaners are toxic for the budgies. Seek out a veterinarian right away if you suspect that your bird has eaten some poisonous food.

Obesity

Budgies that are overweight and obese may pant as a result of the weight gain, which causes extra stress the respiratory tract. Seek advice from a vet if your budgie appears to be obese.

What Should You Do If Your Budgie is Panting

Watch Your Bird

If your pet is panting, observe their behavior to determine if any other indications like lethargy, or an inability to eat. If your pet is showing other symptoms, it is important to take them to an animal vet for treatment and diagnosis.

Talk to your vet

See a vet if you're not sure why your bird is panting or you suspect they suffer from an issue. A vet can perform an examination of the body and conduct tests to identify any health issues.

Provide Proper Environment

To help prevent panting in budgies, make sure they're kept within a safe setting. This includes providing a cage with proper ventilation, keeping the temperature at a comfortable level, and providing fresh water as well as food.

Conclusion

To conclude, the panting of the budgies is a common characteristic or indicate an issue with health. You should observe the behavior of your pet, get the advice of a veterinarian if necessary and set up a space that is conducive to preventing panting.

me: "i want to avoid using the same skin on several characters"

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Charm Patterns Marilyn Jeans Test Pants are done!!

I have no desire to make these for real at this time. My test pair offered me a lot of fitting challenges that I don’t know where to start with fixing. I broke the cardinal rule of fitting with these by making a long dart right in the front to address some excess fabric because I really wanted a wearable pair. The fit is still not great though. If I magically start feeling better about myself maybe I will take a picture of me wearing them.

These pants have a hidden side zipper construction. You can also see those eye-sore front darts in this picture.

Another cool thing this pattern features is lined cuffs if you want them. I did. I wanted to see how to make them and I bet I’ll do this for lots of pants from now on.

(All the cat and dog hair included in this post free of charge).

What do you wear?

Dinosaur walker  👌😊✨✨ (and beware one of these things is not like the others~)

[ID: Illustration of a woman in a white tank top crop-top and high-waisted brown pants walking a whole lot of dinosaurs on a crosswalk coming from a park. Dinosaurs, left to right are: in front of the woman are Zhenyuanlong with colors inspired by a golden pheasant, Tsaagan with white feathers speckled with black and behind these last two are two Velociraptors, one on the left without feathers resembling a grey sphinx cat, one on the right with blue budgie plumage. Behind the woman are Austroraptor, resembling a black vulture in appearance, a Herrerasaurus with a muzzle in a tan with dark stripes color and lastly an Deinonychus with bearded vulture facial feathers and the colors of an Akita Inu.]

Some Headcanons from Rain Code

Yuma Kokohead

Yuma knows how to cook, and when he remembered this, he saw no problem at all in preparing a meal for everyone, which sometimes even equates to making a different dish for everyone. Since, rediscovering his predisposition to be a chef, Yuma has practically never left the kitchen. Cooking has become the only thing at which he is now calm and not once does the thought "who is he ?", "is he really a detective ?" fly through his mind. etc. The kitchen, is his kingdom, a quiet place where inventing new dishes, elegantly serving and decorating plates, gives him joy and where he really helps people, effectively killing hunger.

Shinigami

Since she understood that you and Yuma are just friends and you are not her rival/rival for attentions, she also started treating you as a friend. Of course, you only see each other in Myster Labyrinths, once you remember her existence. In the human world, you have no way to communicate, which makes Shnigami sometimes very disappointed. Watching you near Yuma, she noticed that you have a tendency to make origami when forced to sit still. Shinigami often sneaks them and stores them in Yuma's room. She claims and explains this to Yuma that somehow she has to take care of your friendship when she has no way to show you.

Kurumi Wendy

To say that this girl is sweet is as huge an understatement as considering all creatures living in the ocean to be fish. Kurumi is a walking sugar-fueled machine. She could all meals, eat sweet. For her, buying instead of lunch, for example, a whole cake, a tart, or a box of doughnuts and eating them at lunch, is no problem or feat. Of course, out of respect for her health and her teeth, she tries to eat fairly normally, but her craving for sweet, makes it necessary for her to have something sweet to chew on after every meal. This has gone so far that Kurumi, when a sour apple hits her, she makes a grimace as if it were a revulsion. And when she only has snacks like chips and popcorn at home, she makes herself a chocolate dip to dip those chips in.

Aphex Logan

It is known that the boy reacts impulsively, and tries to distance people as much as possible. However, the detective remembers all the days he considers important and likes to return to those moments with his memories. No one knows, but Aphex used to buy a toy in the lottery machines on the day that was important to him. Whether he draws a figurine, a rubber ball, a bracelet doesn't matter to him, what matters is that he has something to remind him of that day. Each of these items has a special place in his room and he cares about them, more than anything. The day you called Aphex a friend was the day the boy won his most precious treasure. He won a cat key ring, which he wears always pinned to the pants of his detective outfit to keep it with him at all times.

Melami Goldmine

Melami, is a huge magnet for dogs. Melami is very careful about what clothes she wears, as well as their neatness, so it's obvious that she doesn't have a pet of any kind. However, despite this, Melami loves dogs, and with great reciprocity. The girl lives in a friendly neighborhood, and more than once it happened that a dog came up and started to cuddle. Of course, any four-legged dog in this situation, was thoroughly stroked by Melami and petted as " budgie". No matter where Melami is, in the city, in the park, or at the home of friends who have dogs, these just fetch. So it's no surprise, a situation in which Melami calls out to a dog, one of her neighbors, "Hey Budgie," then the dog will come running to her with six others.

Pucci Lavmin

By her forte, Pucci whether she wants to or not witnesses many conversations including not one street argument. Because of this, walking around town or riding public transportation is a real horror and anguish for her. She used to use soundproofing headphones, but she is not used to total silence, also felt bad. She needed to hear something in the background, so everywhere she goes, she carries her MP3 player with her headphones with her favorite playlists. It's been a nice escape from so many voices and silly conversations, and in order not to give up this convenience, she's also learned to lip-read and use sign language. This way she doesn't have to take off her headphones as she talks to someone, and also showing a few gestures is easier than saying a whole sentence.

Zilch Alexander

Everyone knows that Zilch loves nature and animals. This has caused him to acquire several animal traits, one of which is that Zilch outright loves it when you pet him on the head and under the chin. Whenever he feels your touch, he feels muted and relaxed, so much so that you can sometimes catch the boy purring quietly. Zilch is too proud to admit it, but he is very comfortable with this way of showing affection. He will never ask you directly, but when the detective sits down next to you and leans his head against your shoulder, it's a clear sign to you that he craves affection.

Zange Eraser

The nickname "Grandpa" has not stuck to him because of the large age gap between him and the other detectives in the group. Zange really is a grandfather to the rest of the detectives. The stories from Zange's life and his old investigations, you can all listen to for hours and for each at least 10 times. Zange is always ready to listen and comfort anyone who is sad, he even carries candy in his pocket for such circumstances. For that, the weekly tea with Zange is important to many in the agency, especially when it comes to you, Yume, Pucci, Zilcha and Fubuki, for you these teas are sacred. Despite the fact that Zange has never been in a long-term relationship and did not ultimately live to see children, this does not prevent him from showing pictures of you and the rest of the young detectives as his grandchildren when talking about grandchildren. The photos of you and the rest of the team even have a special place in his gallery.

Yakou Furio

He has lived in Kanai Ward since he was born, so it is obvious that he is familiar with all the rumors, legends and gossip circulating on the streets of the rainy city. One urban legend that stuck in his mind said that in underground paths and tunnels, people can dissolve without a trace. Yakou had never witnessed, such a situation, nor did he know anyone who had reported such a disappearance, or knew more about it. Nonetheless, ever since you arrived in Kanai Ward, whenever you go through sewers or other underground tunnels together, he intuitively grabs your hand or puts his arm around you. Sam is not sure whether to consider this a myth or take it completely seriously, but he doesn't want to risk losing you.

Halara Nightmare

Believe it or not, but Halara is the type of person who outright loves festivals. Of course, Halara's motivation isn't to have a good time, to have fun, or for the best street treats. Halara goes to festivals for nothing more than the games they can offer at the festival. Sugar cutouts, target shooting, fishing, prize drawings. In everything, Halara aims for the highest prize and wins it without much effort, as well as with complete grace. The best night to fish legitimately is a sin for Halara to skip this event. Of course, food, too, is provided, and it's completely free, because every time, in the spirit of competition, every competition between Halara and Deshuhiko, ended in a severe defeat for the boy, so that he had to fund food for himself, as well as for Halara.

Fubuki Clockford

To say that Fubuki has the memory of a goldfish would be a big insult to fish. Fubuki often gets names wrong, and she often forgets who she looks like. Because of this, every day, she comes up with nicknames for you. Once, when Fubuki came to the agency, she forgot your name, and since just at that moment, you were eating a puff, for the rest of the day she called you "Puff." And so she changed nicknames every day, as you were lying on the couch when she came in, you were "Sleepy Puff," as you changed a burned-out light bulb because Yakou got knocked out of his chair, you were "Radiant." Even when you remind a girl of your name, she prefers made up nicknames.

Deshuhiko Thunderbolt

Deshuhiko, is a favorite of any party. By this I mean events to celebrate a holiday or a specific day. If in his city, there will be such iventy events, Deshuhiko will be the one, the most charismatic and cheerful elf for Christmas, for St. Patrick's Day, he is the most cheerful and loud lepricon, for Halloween he will be the ghost with lots of fun and stories to tell. Deshuhiko enjoys a good pinyin and is so because of his energetic and flamboyant nature. He can effectively draw attention to himself and encourage those gathered to dance or participate in some games. It is also worth mentioning that he is also a favorite among children, as he always has candy and small gifts for the younger company, depending on the disguise he wears. For example, as an elf, he always has candy canes and fake elf ears for children to enter the ranks of Santa's helpers. As a leprikon, he always has chocolate coins in his pockets and stickers in the shape of a rainbow or clover, etc. Deshuhiko, too, knows many of the songs he teaches the children, so not only does everyone have a good time, but the children are curious, keep busy and parents don't have to worry about them. Of course, all the residents realized this when Deshuhiko was assigned to the affair that took place on Independence Day, they realized that without the energetic favorite, the whole event was not so enjoyable.

Vivia Twilight

Everyone knows about his tendency and strange predilection for sitting in dark, cramped or uncomfortable places. Just as the fireplace and the place under the piano used to be his favorite spots, so now, his favorite place, which he would most happily never leave, as if he didn't have to, is the bed after your dog. The boy often lies with his knees curled up, reading a book, because that's where he feels comfortable, and he spends more time with you. The longing for your four-legged friend has taken its toll on you more than you thought, making you long to have your old dog's bed by your side. Thus, seeing the deterioration of your condition Vivia immediately intervenes and tries to comfort you. An additional advantage for Vivia is that you sometimes start to stroke him on the head, as you used to stroke your dog. However, the detective is fine with this, because he likes any kind of attention you give him.

Story #23

“Pajama day? What are we, five years old?”

Aaron was disgusted. Not only was his boss making them work all day on a Saturday, but he was trying to insult him and the other employees by making it a “fun pajama day.” This job was supposed to be a part-time thing to put on his resume, but here it was ruining his social life.

“I just thought if we all had to be here on a Saturday, we could all dress comfortably,” said his boss, Vincent. Though Vincent founded the small startup, he looked like he couldn’t be a day over thirty. With an imposing figure and brown hair shaved into a buzz cut, his constant sternness juxtaposed what could only be described as a youthful face. Both his seriousness and his youth described exactly a person that would find pajama day fun.

“Again, since I’m not a toddler, I don’t own any pajamas, so I guess I have to work on a Saturday AND be uncomfortable doing it,” replied Aaron. Brock and Sam, the other two guys his age in the office, nodded emphatically.

“Can you guys bring sweatpants or something?” Vincent was looking flustered.

“Why do we have different rules we have to follow than everyone else?” Brock fake whined. His carefully styled black hair and Egyptian features made him look more like he belonged in a modeling agency than a startup. He, like Aaron, clearly just wanted to push Vincent’s buttons.

“If I’m going to wear pants, I’m not going to wear sweatpants. I’m going to actually commit to the bit,” laughed Sam. Sam had a slight Australian accent, dark hair shaved into a fade, and charming enough looks and personality that no one really noticed that what he said didn’t make a thing of sense.

“Well if you boys don’t wear pajamas, what do you wear to sleep?” inquired Luis. He was the one older man in the office. “I”m genuinely curious,” he said innocently to a clearly exasperated Vincent.

“Boxers,” said Aaron proudly.

“Undies,” said Brock with a grin.

“What kind?” asked Sam. “Panties? Budgie smugglers?”

“Nah, boxers too,” laughed Brock as he gave Sam a punch on the arm.

“This meeting has gone off the rails!” Vincent wasn’t happy about having to work all day Saturday either and all this backtalk wasn’t helping his mood. “If you boys really want to come in Saturday wearing your actual sleepwear, be my guest! Karen is still on maternity leave, so it’s not like anyone is going to mind!” Lisa, who they all called Karen, was the only woman in the office.

“Boo ya!” Aaron, Brock and Sam all high fived each other.

“Not that I think you boys have the balls to do it,” muttered Vincent under his breath.

“Carefully, Vinny, that’s an HR violation,” teased Aaron.

Aaron drove home, his displeasure at working Saturday completely alleviated by the knowledge he could cause havoc at work showing up in his boxers. As soon as Aaron walked in the door, he shed his khakis and waltzed around in his blue boxers with red lobsters on them. If he was going to spend all day in his underwear, he might as well get the practice in now. He plopped down on the couch, but the sudden movement caused a family jewel to plop out the bottom of his underpants, which he hastily readjusted. He frowned. Even if his office was willing to bend the dress code rules tomorrow, there was only so far they’d be willing to go. He got an idea and walked upstairs.

He knocked on his roommate James’ door. James, in the middle of a video game, laughed when he saw Aaron, though it was almost bitter. “Nice outfit,” said James. After all, Aaron was standing there in his plaid button down work shirt and crustacean boxers.

“Well, I have to get used to it don’t I?” laughed Aaron. He quickly filled in James on the events of the day.

“Why are you telling me all this?” asked James.

“Well, while boxers are pretty similar to shorts, there’s always the possibility that something might pop out the bottom,” Aaron grinned. “You would know that if you ever wore boxers.”

James glared at him.

Aaron continued, “I was wondering if you would loan me a pair of briefs I could wear underneath. I don’t own any.”

James looked at you in horror. “Loan you a pair of my underwear?”

“What?” asked Aaron. “You’ve loaned me bathing suits. If you don’t, I’m going to have to go to the store and actually spend money on those things. And I don’t want to encourage any future production of them.”

James scoffed. “Remind me to burn those bathing suits.”

Both boys stared at each other in awkward silence. It was time to address the elephant in the room.

Last weekend, after a breakup with his girlfriend, James drank way too much and somehow ended up filming an Instagram Live at 2 am featuring all his unsuspecting roommates. Only issue was James was in his underwear and all of his roommates were in their various sleeping attire (for the majority of them, their underpants). It’s not that Aaron was embarrassed to be seen in his underwear (he was going to work pantsless tomorrow, after all), but it was the principle of the thing; even if James was drunk, his instincts were try to embarrass his friend.

But even Aaron had to admit that the guys’ retaliation may have gone a bit too far. They picked up a fast asleep James and left him in nothing but his briefs on the porch of their attractive neighbor, June. As James angrily informed them all the morning after, he woke up (quite cold) to a disgusted looking June, clutching her bathrobe tightly to her body and poking him with a broomstick. James merely ran away. He still has never spoken to her and after that he probably never would.

“Listen. It was none of our finest hours,” Aaron said slowly.

“Get out of here. Not doing anything for you after that shit,” snapped James.

Aaron wasn’t too bothered. James had a bit of a temper but he was fiercely loyal to his friends and he knew their “bromance” wasn’t in any danger. But he was slightly annoyed that now he had to go to Walmart to buy briefs, something he has never done.

Aaron walked into the store from his xar. He found a pack of five solid black Gildan that didn’t look to bad (saying “good looking briefs” would have been too much of an oxymoron for him). But $35! He was going to wear them under his briefs one time for a bit at work. That wasn’t worth it.

The store didn’t have a ton of briefs; mainly boxers and boxer briefs lined the shelves. While it inconvenienced him in this moment, the lack of briefs being available to the public did restore his faith in humanity just a little bit.

He involuntarily grimaced as he passed a seven pack of Hanes tighty whities. His housemates Carlos wore them, and as a result in the infamous Instagram Live he looked like a beefy baby. But he did a double take. $15?!? For a pack of 7?!? He couldn’t argue that was a better deal. He found a pack in his size and shrugged. It’s not like anyone would see them. He tried to shake off the feeling that that statement was probably some nasty foreshadowing, almost like something an amateur writer might put in some gay erotica on Tumblr.

When he got home, Aaron went into his room, took off his boxers, and pulled on the tighty whities. He had to laugh at himself. He took off his plaid work shirt and stood there in nothing but the tighty whities. They made him look a loser but he had to admit a pretty well-endowed loser.

He slid back the boxers over them. Nothing was going to pop out now. There were some faintly visible brief lines, but if anyone was going to be staring at his ass that intently they better be buying him dinner first. The Hanes waistband stuck out over the top, but he wasn’t worried, as he’d be wearing a shirt tomorrow.

His phone buzzed from inside his discarded pants. He picked it up to see a text from James.

JAMES: Sorry for being a dick.

AARON: All good. Was kind of a dick too. Can you drive me to work tomorrow lol. Eli is borrowing my car.

JAMES: Sure. Text me a time.

Aaron smiled. James really was loyal to a fault.

The next day, Aaron woke up and got “dressed” for work. He pulled on the white briefs, a pair of white boxers with red polka dots (the funniest pair he owned), and a white wifebeater tank top. Socks and sneakers completed the outfit. He didn’t even put on a coat, as he wanted everyone in the office to take in his grand entrance.

Aaron and and James walked to James’s car. They carried two large boxes of bags of potato chips. As the least senior employee, Aaron had also been charged with bringing snacks to get them through this awful Saturday workday.

James parked the car. Aaron stopped him.

“Let me carry in the boxes with you.”

“Oh please,” Aaron brushed him off. “I got it.”

“Seriously.” James looked at him. “I was mad about one person seeing me in my underwear but I put you online. I feel bad. Let me help you out. Not like you can carry in both boxes those scrawny arms anyway.”

“Fuck off,” laughed Aaron. The two guys got out of the car, bragged boxes, and started walking towards the office.

As Aaron opened the door, he heard the crunch of potato chips as James threw his box to the floor. He gripped the waistband of Aaron’s boxers and pushed him forward with all his strength. Fuck. James must actually have been stronger than him, because his boxers ripped clean off. He landed on the office floor in full view of his coworkers, wearing nothing but white socks, black sneakers, the white tank top, and the Hanes tighty whities.

“I didn’t know you brought white ones!” cackled James. He ran out the door. Aaron heard snickering coming from every guy in the office. He took a couple seconds to recover from the shock before standing up. He started to run for James, but felt Vincent’s hands on his shoulders.

“You wanted to wear your actual sleepwear to work, and now that you showed up like this, you actually have to work.” Vincent looked stern and aggressive at the same time. He was wearing a black sweatshirt and gray sweatpants.

“I don’t actually wear these,” sputtered Aaron. “I was-“

“What do you mean you don’t actually wear them, you’re wearing them right now,” said Vincent. The whole office, still listening intently to the conversation, erupted in laughter.

Most of the office opted for Vincent’s sweatpants idea. A handful of guys wore flannel pajama pants. Brock and Sam were the only two in boxers. Brock opted for a basketball jersey and some Yankee boxers. Sam wore a faded fraternity t-shirt and some dark green boxers with light green shamrocks on them. As Aaron sat at his desk in shame, the two guys walked up to him.

“Was that your boyfriend who dropped you off?” teased Brock.

“Shut up.” Aaron was fuming.

“I didn’t think guys actually wore those outside of cartoons, but good for you for being different.” It seemed like Sam was trying to be nice. In his own special way. “Kind of weird to wear them to work though.”

Brock started, “Yea I can kind of see the outline of your-“. Aaron slapped a folder in front of crotch. He was humiliated. He hadn’t worn briefs since the age of six and now at the age of 23 he had the spend the entire workday in them. This was the stuff of nightmares.

All day long, people came over to take peeks of him and chuckle. He would keep trying to cover himself with things but everyone would just take them away. He was pretty sure he saw Brock filming a Tik Tok.

Luis walked over to him. He just wore his normal work clothes.

“Now people used to wear briefs but I thought that went out of fashion years ago,” he said to Aaron.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Aaron’s patience was waning.

“Listen here you little shit.” Luis, usually jovial, was not messing around. He opened up a pair of potato chips to reveal nothing but dust. “I am not going to take any crap from some loser who wears tighty whities to work.”

The budgie sightly offended of his the sad demon first statement puffed out his feathers and flew near the green demon clearly likeing him more before chirping annoying towards the sad demon

Karaku notices the budgie flying over to him, and he takes a moment to observe it before his curiosity begins to get the best of him as he reaches out to take it in his hands.

— "D-Awwww~ Was Aizetsu being a Big O'l Meanie pants to ya?~"

He says while picking it up, his eyes twinkling at the bird, he carefully opens up his fingers a tiny bit, seeing if the budgie would jump out of his hands or not.

— "Oh~ Well look here, the bird seems to prefer me more~"

Good morning Amity Park, I'm your weatherman, Lance Thunder. Today's Friday, August 5, and there is a 10% chance of rain and thunderstorms. Highs are in the low eighties and lows are in the low seventies.

Inviso-Bill was seen yesterday at the Amity’s cutest pets contest in the library. Apparently he had entered a ghost dog named Cujo into the contest. This dog grew to a monstrous size halfway through the contest and ran around the library knocking down bookshelves before eventually, Inviso-Bill was able to capture the dog in a Fenton thermos. He left after this incident, likely in embarrassment.

The winners of the cutest pet contest are Rocko the hedgehog for fifth place, Pookie the chihuahua for fourth, Neil DeBird Tyson the budgie for third, Toaster Oven the tabby cat for second, and Happy Pants the ghost treehopper for first place.

The Fentons will likely not be driving today so the roads are safe.

Tagged by @kimizilla 😊

Name: Junky for yall, unless you badger me enough in private then I'll probably tell you 😅

Sign: Scorpio

Time: 17:30 pm

Favourite band/artist: Sabaton, Carrie Underwood, Robbie Williams, Bon Jovi, Richie Sambora, PUR

Last movie: Scary Movie 5

Last show: Drawn Together

When I created this blog: Erm... sometime during 2020 I think. I have been lurking on here without an account since like 2010 though 🤷

What I post: All of the stuff that I find in greasy old happy meals. Which oddly enough is a lot of classic f1 and cycling... some supernatural and justified, also hbo war when I feel like it. Mostly I will annoy the fuck out of you with my classic cyclists though😅🤌

Other blogs: There is only this one and there will only be this one. I sometimes play with the idea of making a mock blog for James Hunt. Where there would only be pictures of budgies and Niki. But so far that hasn't come to fruition🤷

Followers: I won't tell you because I know how much comparing yourself to others can pull you down when you are struggling with your mental health🫂❤️

Do I get asks: Yes. They range from tag games, to requests for fics, to nice things that my mutuals and followers leave me. I like receiving asks, and I like asking people stuff. If it brightens up your day it will also brighten up someone else's day.

Average hours of sleep: currently like 5-8 hours... sometimes I do better and sometimes I do worse. I have big issues falling asleep though.

Instruments: None

What I am wearing: Black oversized shirt that reads 'Bingo! Dino DNA!' and light grey yoga pants.

Dream trip: anywhere that's warm and sunny, preferebly with my sisters or the whole family. Or to [redacted] to visit @miafi🫂❤️

Dream job: one thing's for sure... ANYTHING but fucking retail!

Favourite song atm: My hero academia intro of season 1 and 3 (the first one of each season) and 'Seiltänzertraum' by PUR.

Tagging: @miafi @rainylore @gufettogrigio @green-like-the-sky @artemisalilianvesta @dorianslover @nancylou444 @eliotheeangelis @eliodeangelisf1 @didierpironi @ilikecarsandlike4people @itookyoudown @prongcollar @originalgiantdreamerllama

And as always:

Tagged by @nsfwitchy, thank you!! ^ 0^

Nickname: Gogo, Gogi or Meaty

Sign: Scorpio

Height: 1.70 cm

Song Stuck In Your Head:

Sleep: Recently I have been sleeping earlier around 9 to 12 being to latest hour I sleep rn and I wake up 8 or 9 [:

Dream Job: Barista or teacher in a daycare

Wearing: white top and my care bears pj pants

Favorite Song(s): rn these 3

Favorite Instrument: Drums, I always wanted to learn to play drums

Aesthetic: Grunge and one I really like and i wish i could dress like it is goblincore with earthy colors

Favorite Author(s): umm, hirohiko araki

Favorite Color: green, brown and black

Favorite Animal Sounds: cats and budgies <3

Last Song:

Last Series: i havent seen anything new tbh

Random: hmm, I like owls 🦉

thank you @alintheshitposter for the tag! c: took me a while but here we are

Share your wallpaper: a digital drawing of Bucky Barnes sitting in front of a cityscape in all blues, don't have the pic on my pc unfortunaly and fuck knows where i put my phone again

Last song you listened to: Deep End by I Prevail

Currently reading: rereading Dead Man's Bones by James Oswald

Last movie you watched: uhhh Prom Pact I think? I was bored as hell and it didn't require any braincells

Craving: for my brain to calm down. and for an actual break, not just a long weekend...

What are you wearing right now: christmas penguin socks, sleeping pants and an AC/DC shirt

How tall are you: 1,63 cm

Piercings: one in each earlobe

Tattoos: a quote from Shakespeare's The Tempest on my side

Glasses? Contacts? glasses. contacts only for concerts sometimes cause i can't wear them for more than 5-6 hours max

Last drink: sparkling apple juice? dunno what Apfelschorle is in english

Last thing I ate: sour cola gummi bears i think

Last show: i guess Time Team? it's p much the only show i currently watch

Favourite colour: black & (dark) red

Current obsession: James Oswald's main character Tony McLean, he's such a dumb patehtic meow meow in book 4 and i love that

Unrelated obsession: does Käärijä count as an obsession?

Any pets: two budgies

Do you have a crush on anyone: uhhh don't think so

Favourite fictional characters: way way waaaay too many

The last place you travelled: a small town in southeast rhineland-palatinate for a wedding

i don't recall who's been tagged yet so if anybody wants to do this go ahead and say i tagged you

So it turns out another character canonly has a mount now. But if the moa's already called Chickenado, what's the raptor's name supposed to be?

Bonus:

@regaliasonata​ apparently tumblr won’t let me post your original ask for some reason, so here we are. This is the short version, the long one is on AO3.

A party that cost roughly two-thousand dollars to throw in the dorms, including an extra five hundred to bribe anyone that would rat out the spoiled rich bastards to a higher authority, was not somewhere that Eric wanted to be.

 Maybe that's why he got wasted on half a bottle of vodka and practically startled out of his skin when Wes found him half hanging out of a third story window, saying something condescending to a pair of other rich kids that were saying something doubtlessly quite improper towards Eric. Maybe that's why Eric seemed to almost surrender as Wes pulled Eric's arm over his shoulders and started leading him towards a room with less noise and less shitty company. Then a group that had been waiting in a doorway came out and splashed the both of them with a full keg of beer; froth sticky to Eric's hair and the feeling of humiliation waking him up right quick as Wes just tried to shrug it off and continue onward. Probably what kept Eric from doing something stupid beyond just throwing the vodka bottle at the wall above their heads and shouting profanities well down into the first floor, snarling and hissing about everything being wrong right up and until Wes found his room and asked for the key. It was ridiculous, this blond idiot having to fish out Eric's keys to his room, smiling down at the little chain attached with the little budgies in red and silver, keeping a finger pinched into Eric's soaking wet shirt so he didn't try to go back and pick a fight. Eric could not have been held responsible in the morning as he tried to take control of the situation, pushed Wes into the tidy room without a trace of dust or trash anywhere, and started attacking the other with his lips, tongue, grabby hands, and an urgency that followed him around most days (though when he was sober, he confused it for resentment and superiority, not the naked want to fuck Wes into the ground). "Hey, hey, hey, hey, easy Eric, can you--" Slinging his shirt over his head, followed by his pants and underwear, dropping them into their own little pile of boozy wetness, Eric shut Wes up with a sort of harmless ease, pressing him down onto the edge of the bed and letting the blond just sort of...short circuit...at the sight of the other glistening in the half dark, moon outside the window making Eric almost ethereal and new. He swayed forward, pressing Wes back-back-back until he hit the mattress, wrists pinned down as Eric went back to attacking him. This time it was with teeth and suction to the neck, holding on tighter as he simply ripped the horribly expensive shirt open, buttons flying away and Wes keening something like, "Oh my god, you're...really good at this...holy..." "Don't you fucking move," was Eric's base and not joking response, grabbing the band of Wes's pants and yanking them down, along with his underwear; a little smear of pre already staining the front as Wes followed the order but seemed oddly shy about it. He even tried to hide his pretty pink cock with both hands before Eric grabbed both with one of his own, yanking them up above the other's head, and honest to god growled as he leaned down to slip his tongue back into Wes's mouth; the air going thin and hot between them as he took the lead, finally breaking apart to ask, "Where do you want it?" Wes blinked, stupid and red in the face and not understanding the question. Eric illustrated, bringing his spare hand to trace the spit coating swollen lips, before tracing down softly toned abs to curl around the pretty cock, thumb going to tap at the puckering hole. "In the mouth or ass, pretty boy?" Wes practically turned to jelly at the thought of both, but his legs and mouth took their turns before his brain; legs wrapping around Eric's hips and he practically choked out, "...Ass, please. Just...gently?" Eric smiled like a wolf, leaning over to his side table to pull out lube and condom, sneaking in some rocking motions that made Wes say something entirely unintelligible, before ripping the condom open and sliding it over himself with practiced ease. A little glob for the rim of the cute pink hole, a little playful slicking of Wes's cock from top to bottom, thumb playing with the tip, and then Eric slid the nozzle up to the hilt, filled Wes up so much that he started shaking a little, clawing at Eric's shoulders. The repetition of "oh" right up and until Eric slid inside, holding perfectly still until the stiffness of Wes let up from the unexpected pain--like a lit cigarette bouncing off an exposed arm--and then Eric pressing down to give Wes a soft kiss on the side of the mouth.

Wrote 1k in silly response to this, indeed, fic-slash-maladaptive-daydream discussion so. Winning ! -> I was talking abt fuzzy coat Seth Rollins booker abt like. Whats the deal. Monday night messiah ? (cunt. I love wrestling. Im Seth rollins’ biggest fan no I dont watch the product) but like honestly 2tone mullet kind of everything to me or like the Kenneth o’ Meghan vibe of looking absolutely horrid trash on purpose (he’s the hottest girl in wrestling) 

NICO LOOKS. He’s hard. He’s difficult to pin down. <- everyone laughs at my pun. Instinctively Im like well surely he just looks like mox like honestly I think a lot of mox’s vibes fit Nicky in that first of all this isnt actually abt Nicky but can we talk abt Jon moxley being the one whose intro song is wild thing . Wild thing you make my heart sing etc etc . Deeply fun to me. babygirl theres something wrong with him. Anyway I think Nico’s intro song would also be wild thing + I like that mox doesnt use the tunnels to come in I feel like thats a bit Nicky except then Im wondering is that safe like where does the heel/face dynamic come in w his feud w joe. But anyway. Getting off track. (also I dont think nicky:mox is 1:1 bc mox moves weirdly and languidly when coming into any event which is STRANGE btw he’s so weird. But it works for mox but I dont think itd work for nicky.) anyway all of this to say I think Nicky would just show up to the function like ‘im wearing cargo army pants.’ Except mox’s pants are still a great fit nd Nicky wouldnt have that. SO LIKE basically to wrap up this tangent I think Nicky would either wear dadjeans or cargo shorts + kick pads OR he’s go the full punk route and like even tho he’s one of the hottest things in wrestling & also a full adult w self respect he still shows up in budgie smugglers printed with the Italian flag (ultimate heel move) 

Or you’ve got dan the dad who’s great but its a different sort of Nicky vibe. Thats like. Adjacent addtional 2nd au of an au.  (btw when I said Andy’s nile’s sting I meant that more in terms of the dynamic going on there but actually Andy in sting face paint is a marvel to me.) 

Yassified house of black kills me. (look at this art btw. yassified house of black ily) Im now also thinking abt how itd work in a situation where Nicky & Joe r feuding but they do end up on the same faction so not to steal absolutely everything from the house of black story line but the whole spitting in the face thing that happened w Julia hart I think itd be cool if that happened w either Joe or Nicky (OR BOTH!) To get them on the same faction. Actually itd be so fun if it was like Joe and Nicky’s feud is STILL going on and its not that ppl are getting sick of it its just that ppl are getting. Sick of it. Theyre like well girl take care of it in the back stop making it OUR problem. Ppl are like well this is clearly at least 50% shoot and its getting uncomfortable. -> and then nile (house of black nile) runs in & spits black mist in BOTH their faces. And now theyre the house’s tag team. But they still hate each other a lot. But also theyve been fighting so regularly that they work like a dream bc they know exactly what the other’s gonna do. 

splitting up the response for ease of reading. Unless this is more confusing in which case well I still did it so yk) ^ u kno when ur going thru the insanity stage of thinking up a new au and all avenues r still open to u so u might say things that dont make sense w what you’ve said before / what youre going to say next bc BOTH options are good and it doesnt matter that it doesnt work together ? Disclaimer that this is what that is. Bc joenicky tag team is one thing but joebooker tag team and then booker turns heel to join capitalism Dudley (scream) is another and I have to marinate in that one for a while bc a) yes b) ough . Part of me’s like booker turns into wardlow but I actually have a deep seated love for mjf and dont want to compare capitalism Dudley to him. And ig merrick already has his wardlow in that other dude (completely forgot the names I havent seen this movie in like . forever.) but still i do feel like the pinnacle does somewhat work as an existing equivalent to the merrick dynamic. OR . Speaking of Kenneth o’meghan. Booker’s bulletclubcleaner era ? I actually think that could work bc a) cleaner is a fucking vibe of all time nd b) I think booker would do good going from one gimmicky faction to one which is if anything even more gimmicky like if we’re doing a mostly 1:1 equivalency I think house of black in general (and togofblack) might be this evil heel faction but also I KNOW they paint each other’s nails and gab about their emotions. I KNOW that faction has emotional regulation. And I know the bullet club doesnt. So then I think in booker’s mind that move also makes sense cause he’s SAD , like All The Time but he doesnt actually wanna talk about it too much so now he moves to bullet club where he can be sad but also hide it behind kayfabe. Its full circle. We’ve performed faggotry at the wrestlemania.

Anyway yes andy in daddy shorts and face paint. Andy in daddy shorts and face paint and quynh interrupting a promo and Andy swallowing her own tongue and breaking kayfabe immediately. Wrestle-nile who’s standing next to her like uh Andy ? R u ok ? <- surely she like knows who quynh is (or not it could be equally fun if nile is clueless she really was just olympic darling nile and then said nah time for a new thing idk shit about any of these ppl btw) but like if she knows who quynh is she for sure doesnt know how #Real it is btwn Andy & quynh. Very fun. Nile rly thought oh I’ll just switch careers to become more of a performer and that’ll be a good time and surely won’t cause permanent damage to my psyche (wrong) (all of this happens in like 3 months. Welcome to the business nile we’re so happy to have you here !)

Cabaret style narrative is sooooo ……. Literally I could never do that bc I’m too impatient for shit like that but it would literally be so insane and delicious. <- I feel like Im watching this play out already and already Im like in the comments on ao3 screeching my head off waiting for the next chapter. If You Were Writing The Fic Etc Etc. If We Were Writing The Fic Etc Etc and not just doing this in your inbox and the replies of my posts (though Im sure everyones having a great time clicking back and forth in btwn our blogs and sharing our brainrot. Im sure)

Also yeah catharsis kink. Thats what tog is all about. You got your joebooker for catharsis you got your nickybooker for star wars (literally such a good comparison)

WE’VE ENTERED READMORE TERRITORY & I HV A WORD DOC, WINNING IMDEED.

Booker would also be the hottest girl in wrestling, you’ve nailed his vibe. What if he looks like someone started dissolving him in lye scalp-first, AND he’s got a fuzzy coat. Dual wielding. With sheamus mutton chop + soul patch facial hair

The roadblock I was hitting was LITERALLY ‘Costco cargo shorts’ echoing in my head like an apple tornado warning. Hive mind. Bc yeah, on one hand, nicolo is not cool. On the other, bondage harness. Jon moxley vibes splits those uprights, I like that. Or the effy fit from the gif what started it all.

Fucccc everybody’s music tho. Digressing for Joe and la hafla. Or Sophie. His face is the front of shop :)

ANYway I think wild thing would work for Nicky, bc it’s ironicsexy. Is he coming onto u with a boom box? No but you had to ask. However—like, ok, in my opinion modern au Nicky should feel like he’s done meth a LITTLE. So I also wouldn’t mind him w/ a Funeral Derangements intro. Or hank Williams III Hellbilly. Especially if he’s normal, the fuckedness of the music should rise w/ how many pockets his pants have. If his outfit is Dan the dad’s then he comes out to Cocaine the White Devil. Also I’m still a lil stuck on Nicky/booker tag teaming from the orig posts, & their intro is stooges’ I wanna be your dog SEND POST!!

Not using tunnels is killing me bc Yusuf absolutely has a curated parkour entrance. He gets up on the fuckin. Corner pole thingy and backflips into the ring, and starts almost eating shit looking for Nicky. Without fail, when his dumb psychobilly wraps, that motherfucker appears and swings under the ropes like the satan of gym teachers. It kills Joe bc he gets over w/ what he KNOWS is just low effort disguised as jumpscare. It also kills him bc he can’t find him either but that’s different. (Nicky is usually in the empty behind-camera seats, eating stolen popcorn like ‘he looks good. I should learn to backflip.’)

Andy should absolutely have face paint. And cowboy BOOTS. I hv a rollerderby wip where I gave her an optio helmet plume, and like. Just saying. Also I can’t thread the needle between Andy and Memphis style right now but I want to

Being willing to alienate the audience/ruin their careers to beat ass is extremely yusufnicky. Getting vibes of like…a, ppl are getting sick of the shoot, and so Joe tries 2 rebrand w/ Andy and quynh’s face clique (replacing lykon who dipped bc [dialup noise], also I just Feel andy starting as a face). & Quynh, who strikes me as very gimmick savvy/a great storyteller being like ‘Hey. brosuf. you know what would fuck severely. bring ur weird dog and we have a deal.’ And they have a face run until The Fuckening. This also works 4 me bc I feel, before he internalizes and seeks out booing simultaneously, Booker’s baby-depressed, a jobber dying to live vicariously thru being a face and winning abt it. But like, AS he joins house of guard, Quynh is gone and Andy’s done a heelturn bc she’s emo in real life, and Booker is like *sad wojack*

Or b, the four of them aren’t a faction but they’re always on the same cards. Joe and Nicky fuck up so sincerely. Like, they fuck up through 3 cameras, the ref, and the parking lot. I think it would be funny if it was a ‘last ride’ match that went off the rails. They get blackballed from most sane venues is my point tho. The quynh fuckening happened offscreen. Andy comes up craving conflict, don’t ask why, but do they want to do fucked up hardcore so niche it’s barely profitable? And Nicky is like ‘BET’ bc again, there is something so wrong with this man, and Joe is *sad wojack but disgruntled*, bc he wanted to get WWE-famous & say something fucked up on live Saudi tv. Like Kanye. But then he realizes he’s doing impact play on straight ppl professionally, and it’s a smaller victory, but equally funny.

This one works for me bc they give starving artist vibes. Like, they should be poor and obscure. Disgraced post-fame. Do not know why. It’s funny if Nile is like, didn’t I sneak out of bed to watch you on Monday night raw? and Andy is like yes, now hit me with the thing they beat Jesus with.

Either way you’re so right abt Julia hart Nile.

Is Copley the ‘smark’ that helps them take down the merrick team for like, insider trading or whatthefuck?

Vibing to the bullet club thesis. That’s the perfect bimbofication of his canon conflict. Also. Booker trying to wallow around heterosexuals. ‘The risk I took was calculated, but FUCK’

Nile’s like OH THE OTHER MILF I COMMITTED KID CRIMES @ 9PM TO SEE—oh you’ve taken back the cat o nine tails—oh you’re committing seppuku with it. I’m going to have an investigative journalist moment with this later.

Nile as a fan who has a ‘hm’ moment abt how oh, you’re fucked up. I see. The POV introduction to the cabaret thing, 1st look behind the curtain into the binary.

Speaking of songs. Which we weren’t anymore but. Speaking of them. Quynh & sympathy for the devil. She comes back from [etc etc] w/ a masked gimmick. Part of it is legitimately no one knows who she is. Andy splashing her face in a shitty bathroom after the interrupted promo & the lights are flickering bc the arena is taking so much power. In the bg you hear PLEASED TO MEET YOU. HAVE YOU GUESSED MY NAME?

Holy shit have I had a week.

So early morning on the 13th I lost power, and It was below like 15 degrees outside. I was in my house for around 2-3 days. The first day it was too windy to setup the outdoor gas camp stove, We have a fireplace but tbh we've discovered it doesn't heat up the room that much, so nothing hot to eat/drink really. On the third day we we're very close to running out of firewood, had a ton of layers on but we're still freezing our asses off. And then of CO2 detector went off cause it was low on battery but we didn't know at the time if we could actually have a carbon monoxide poisoning risk cause of the fire and possibly a break in our furnace. Turned out to be false but was still fucking scary to deal with when we had literally nowhere else to go. Just being in a house wondering if you're poisoning yourself since outside is a literal blizzard.

We try to find a hotel but everywhere is without power and the roads are covered in ice. The next day we do find one, but could only find a no pets allowed one. I am not leaving my cockatiel and two budgies to freeze to death in our house, this is an emergency so I decide to sneak them in. Everything goes alright, until 12:30 am. And the fucking hotel alarms go off. You always see those signs in hotels pointing to emergency exits, and never think you'll actually have to use it. The alarms are blaring occasionally with a "fire, fire, carbon monoxide detected" being played, great to have 2 CO2 scares just within a few days. My birds are freaking out, I'm worried they're gonna have heart attacks, the one fucking time I sneak pets into a hotel and this happens. I run out of the hotel with them, go into our car. Even if they did figure out we had birds they'd be pretty ballsy to try to kick us out after this. Turns out there wasn't a fire, but a burst pipe and someones room flooded. Are fire alarms supposed to go off because of that? No idea but anyways, the alarm goes on for an hour, the firefighters show up, and then the alarms turn off. On all floors except ours. My mom asked the front desk and they said they're just waiting for the alarm company to turn if off. So we wait in our car for another hour and a half, switching between turning if on and running the heat and off to conserve gas. My ears felt like they were going to rupture for 20 mins after I left the hotel, and I think I'm coming down with something. 3 am and we can finally go back in, have fun trying to sleep when you're worried about the alarm coming back on.

Anyways the power came back on around Friday/Saturday, it was on for about probably a day and we weren't told cause we were literally couch surfing and the power company's communications is run by monkeys on typewriters. And a pipe burst. Over our living room. And it is completely destroyed. The wood floors buckled and are ruined, the wall and ceiling are ruined the front door is ruined and won't close, luckily we managed to salvage the carpet, but the other furniture's surfaces are ruined. The walls are going to have to be torn down and replaced. Oh and my closet got destroyed, I lost a bunch of shit and clothes, but thankfully my work pants survived, wow thanks... And throughout all of this I'm pretty sure I had the flu, the one time I put off my flu shot. Oh and the living room is where we have our fireplace and were sleeping in front of it so we put my mattress out there and it was destroyed. So I am sleeping in the guest room.

There's a bunch of other shit I've omitted cause this has been long enough, but holy shit this has been one of the worst weeks I have had in recent memory. In a few months when prices are down we are going to buy a shitload of emergency supplies. I have been genuinely fucking depressed and had multiple mental breakdowns.