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fate-defiant · 1 year
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yes yes don't fix what ain't broke but when are we gonna address the fact that Princess Tutu never once utilized the fact that ravens can mimic human speech
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keplercryptids · 1 year
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it's officially name change month~
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mcl4r3n · 9 months
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Dando + 13 pretty please moss ~ love birb <3
This was kind of inspired by @merryslilhobbit's Chapter 4 for Celebrations! <3
List of prompts here :3
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The worst thing about Daniel Ricciardo's inability to let go of a bit is that Lando keeps having to suffer because of it.
He didn't even know that he was walking into one until it happened.
To run it back, here's the situation: Lando has big hands. Lando is good with his hands. And his stupid boyfriend is always complaining about his neck hurting. So Lando finally offers to massage him now that he's a lone wolf and no longer has a trainer on the regular to do this shit for him.
It happens at Zandvoort, and Daniel's parked himself at one of the McLaren hospitality tables like he owns the place and absolutely refuses to leave Lando in peace to eat his teriyaki chicken.
He whines so much about his neck that Lando huffs in annoyance and finally stands behind him to press his thumbs into the firm tangle of muscles and suddenly Daniel is tipping his head forward and groaning out loud, in public.
Lando smacks him on the back of the head, earning a sad little yelp which of course instantly makes Lando feel bad, so he rubs the spot immediately.
"Danny, shut up," Lando says, his voice low.
Which was his first and most fatal mistake.
He gets back to it, pressing harder into Daniel's traps where the muscle is even more taut, forced to recuperate after being off the grid for so long. Lando uses his elbow to apply pressure on a particularly stiff spot, and Daniel, well—
“Oh God, yes, right there— oh my God, Lando just like that, please don’t stop.”
Two McLaren mechanics look up from their lunch to stare at them, but then when they see that it's Daniel, all they get is amused laughter and a fond shake of their heads.
Lando leans and hisses, "Can you stop that? You’re making it sound like we’re in a porno and now I’m highly uncomfortable.” 
Daniel just laughs harder and then tips his head back to smile brightly at him, the little shit.
"Baby, you know what I sound like when we're making a porno," he whispers, and then fucking winks.
Lando flicks his forehead in response, his cheeks burning at the memory. Jesus.
"I am not touching you in public ever again," Lando says, and sits back down to eat the rest of his meal.
"But my neeeeeeck," Daniel whines, attempting to pull puppy dog eyes that just absolutely do not work on a thirty-four year old man with stubble and wild curly hair.
"Suffer," Lando replies, and shoves a forkful of rice into his mouth.
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the-final-sif · 2 years
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There’s a gesture birds do called a ‘rouse’, it’s when they shake their feathers out, and it’s an expression of comfort, and sometimes excitement.
My African Gray, Cecil, rouses whenever I walk into the room. When I wake up in the morning, when I come home from work, whenever I’ve been out or just taking a nap, I get greeted with a rouse and soft trill even if he was grumpy with me when I left.
Cecil can say “I love you”, he likes to, because he’s learned that will get him treats from easily won over parties like my friends and parents. He’ll say it for anyone who has an almond in hand.
It’s fun when Cecil unprompted tells me “I love you”, but it’s not how I know he loves me. How I know he’s capable of love. Cecil express his love in morning rouses. In how he steps up for me so eagerly, and will eat anything I hand him. How he’ll put up with strangers and try to preen my hair. How when I cry, he’ll sit softly on my shoulder and press his face into my cheek until I laugh. 
When people first meet Cecil, the “I love you” is novel and sweet. As they get to know him more, as they get to understand him, I get to watch them earn the little signs of trust. The real ones. Of getting him to step up, of getting him to play with them, of the first time his eyes start to droop while they’re around. Few people get to hear Cecil’s trills, and getting to explain them is always something special.
There’s a point somewhere in all of this. About love languages, about how words aren’t everything, and how comfortable, small expressions of love are so vastly different from performative motions. I can’t quite name it, but when I wake up tomorrow morning and go get him, and I get that rouse and that morning trill, I know it’ll hit me all over again.
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cheetahdash · 10 months
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D-17 || Draw an animal you have never drawn before... B I RB #improvementhell
Simple birb
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herigo · 3 months
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birbgalaxy · 1 year
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Hey. You there. Do you not want to be mistaken for a bot, but you've also grown attached to the default icon you got when you signed up? Great news! Worry no longer because now you can customize your very own icon!
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Usage notes: (1) Due to how the website works, it will struggle in mobile portrait mode. Try viewing the page in landscape or stick to desktop. (2) Use the cube option + the color selector to change the shape of your icon. (3) I think legally this counts as fanart, so remember that Tumblr, and all other referential items, belong to their respective creators and very much not me! Non-commercial only.
Thank you so much to the fine folks at @meikerio! Without their platform, this wouldn't be possible!
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creepymutelilbugger · 9 months
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saw this weird bug on the wall can anybody tell me what it is ? thanks
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msvrtt · 1 year
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more gris 🟥
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keplercryptids · 9 months
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Birds are not difficult to understand. Their behavior tells me what they are thinking. Generally it runs along the lines of: Is this food? Is this? What about this? This might be food. I am almost certain that this is. Or occasionally: It is raining. I do not like it.
started reading piranesi by susanna clarke today and got some A+ bird commentary
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mcl4r3n · 10 months
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Daniel laughs but it sounds wrong. "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you."
@f1-birb really knows how to pack a punch, holy shit. Read To Know You Are Loved here 🥲🫶
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the-final-sif · 2 years
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I was explaining to my bird that I cannot provide him with scritches at the moment because I was doubled over in pain, and he just. Head tilts, gives me a wave and tells me he loves me. Then hops up so he can preen my hair for a bit. I love him so very much. 
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yes-asil · 9 months
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Drew some of my favourite power suits in no particular order
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if-i-eated-soaps · 8 months
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SOPPING WET BEAST…
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@todaysbird
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feral-bird-enjoyer · 3 months
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A sketchy comic I felt COMPELLED to draw after completing the Teal Mask.
You have no idea how badly I wanted to give Kieran Ogerpon. He deserved to catch it. That thing is just sitting in a box rn.
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