So my mom has budgies (parakeets) and one of them is the meanest bully to everyone and everything. She has no fear.

Well recently she's been eating our cork board and mom finally took it down.

The budgie was pissed and started attacking the towel (which is from one of many attempts to get her to stop by putting it over the board)

All the other birds thinks she's crazy. I do too but I love her.

It has been 2 hours since we took the cork board down and she is still climbing all over the towel to find it.

This is the budgie her name is Risotto and this is the only pic I could find of her currently.

(she is fine)

Surprise Adoption

Platonic Yandere Male Harpy x Male Child Reader (CW: Orphan reader, harpy man, kidnapping, soft yandere themes) Word Count: 1.6k (Tumblr is no longer allowing me to make posts from or reply directly to anything in my inbox so this is the anon request this fic is for:  “Hi! Are you willing to write Platonic yanderes? If you are could you write a (male) Platonic Yandere Harpy with a (male) child  reader senerio? The Harpy lost all of his eggs due to hunters and while mourning he sees the reader and believes that it’s one of his young?”) (I hope this is okay, maybe not my best work, but I tried. Sorry it took so long. I made him just have one egg so he could stop searching instead of multiple, I made the reader an orphan so the ending could be happy instead of the reader being taken from a family)  Holden was so distraught, even years after the loss of his egg he was still grieving. Humans had raided his nest and he had barely escaped with his life. Harpy eggs take a very long time to develop and hatch and the time he devoted to nest building and to his egg and then the lost of them had mentally broken him.  It had been over three years, he still thought about his child every single day. His egg. Did it even hatch without him? If it did then what became of his hatchling?  He scoped out human cities and villages relentlessly when he finally found you. His beautiful son! In a field between the forest and a fenced building on the outskirts of a town. You had grown so much! Harpies did mature really fast after all. But what did they do to your legs, your feathers, your WINGS!??! They somehow made you look completely human!!  But that’s okay, he would not love you any less at all just because you were a bit different now! He was your parent and it was his job to love and care for you.  He had to resist the nearly overwhelming urge to snatch you up right then and there. You had lived with humans your whole life now, you even looked like one, Holden was no bird-brain, he knew that it could cause more harm than good to you if he forced a transition without being prepared first.  For now he would stick to the trees, shadows, and sky and silently observe you.  You were a 10 year old living in an orphanage, it was pretty lonely. You had been left on the orphanage doorstep as a baby and had spent your entire life here.  You supposed that it wasn’t so terrible, it wasn’t like the movies. There was no sadistic director, no evil psychopathic teachers, no terrible and relentless bullies. Everyone was nice enough, but you distanced yourself, no point in making friends. It just caused pain for everyone when they inevitably got adopted and left you behind. It happened a few times before you got the memo to stick to yourself.  You always got your chores and homework done quickly so you could spend extra time out in the yard, and when the coast was clear you snuck past through a secret hole in the fence and spent time in the field and forest beyond it.  There wasn’t much else to do. You were sitting at the base of a huge oak tree, listening to the birds and bugs as you doodled in the dirt with a stick. Before long you got sleepy and dozed off peacefully against the tree. It had been a pretty tiring day between classes and chores and the cool breeze made it feel just right for a quick cat nap even if you had not intended to take one.  A sudden chill made you reach for your blanket subconsciously, not finding it you woke up fully in confusion. You were moving over one hundred feet in the air. What the…? You must be dreaming! You finally noticed a tight grip on your arms and looked up.  Above you there was a huge bird-man holding your small arms in his large pink bird-like feet. Each toe was tipped with a wicked looking talon which sent a shiver down your spine. You could not see much of him from your angle but you saw the white feathers that covered his upper legs and his pink lower legs.  You screamed, you started to thrash but then thought better of it, if he dropped you here your head would certainly crack open like an egg.  “Wh-what are you doing!? Please don’t kill me!” You were utterly terrified, you did not even believe that harpies were real! And if they were real then they would nearly be extinct by now. “Am I dreaming???”  “Oh, I am so sorry (Y/N), I did not mean to scare you! Please don’t struggle. This isn’t a dream. You don’t need to worry, you have been asleep for a long time and we are almost home!” He spoke in a chipper, almost bubbly, voice with an upbeat energy.  “Why did you take me!? How do you know m-my name? Wh-what’s going on???” You began crying in confusion and terror. Your heart pounding in your chest. You were going to die, you were sure of it.  “Awe, please don’t cry! I have pizza at home, I know you don’t never miss pizza day so I made sure to make some for you so you won’t be grumpy! You’re my son and I have been watching you so I could prepare for your return to live with me.”  “W-what? That’s insa… I’m n-not a harp-” You could barely get the words out as you sobbed.  “We can talk more inside! We are almost there.” A few minutes later and you had managed to calm down a little bit as he flew you into a forest of colossal trees. It did not take you two long to approach a wooden building in the trees.  He put you down gently on a porch that wrapped around the entirety of a large tree house that was built around four massive trees before landing beside you. It was pretty impressive, there were solar panels on the top and you were at least 100 feat up above the ground with a nice wooden bridge that went from the porch to a hill near the house. The hill had a dirt trail that lead down to the forest floor.  You could easily make a run for it. There was no telling what this kidnapper had in store for you. You started to take a few steps backward but before you could bolt the yellow harpy grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside excitedly.  The bird man closed the door behind you and flipped on a light, the house was huge! It was all wood and very spacious. The room you were in was furnished with shiny little trinkets and baubles hanging from the ceiling, a couch, and a small TV.  Now that he was standing in front of you and not carrying you through the air you could see him clearly for the first time.  He resembled a cockatiel, like the one the director had in his office at the orphanage. Plumage covered almost his entire body except for his face and his legs below the knee. His legs were pink and ended in the foot of a bird with sharp talons, his face had orange circles on his cheeks and his hair was long and yellow. His feathers around his neck were grey but the rest were white except for his wing tips which were as bright and yellow as the sun.  He pulled you into a tight hug and you squirmed uncomfortably. “oh, uh, sorry, I am getting ahead of myself, I forgot to even introduce myself, I am just so happy. I am Holden. Your father!” He guided you to the couch and had sit and he took a seat beside you.  “Uh, well, I think you have the wrong boy. I am not a h-harpy, I don’t even have wings! Or a single feather, I can’t be your son!”  At this he looked at you with sincere sympathy and spoke softly, “Hey, don’t worry about that! Just because they altered you doesn’t mean I love you any less okay? I know you were taken and raised as a human and that’s okay.” Holden gently ruffled your hair.  “Are you insane? I am a HUMAN! You can’t keep me here!” You were scared and annoyed and overall confused by the events of today. You just wanted to go back home and crawl into your bed.  “I know it will be a rough transition and hard to accept (Y/N), but I am your father and I know best and I promise to be patient, anyway, you’re probably famished! I know I made you miss pizza day but no worries~ I made you one earlier, let me go heat up a slice!” The harpy smiled and hummed happily as he went off into the kitchen to get you food.  You considered bolting out the door, but it was dark and you had no idea how to get back home. And truth be told you were starving, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to grab some food before planning a later escape. You couldn’t flee on an empty stomach after all.  After a few minutes he came back into the living room as bubbly and chipper as ever with a plate of food he handed to you with a couple slices of your favorite type of pizza, except unlike at the orphanage it had cheese stuffed crust.  “I hope you like it! I learned how to make it myself for you, I cannot expect you to live like a harpy after living among humans so I will live more like a human for you! I made sure we have electricity and that everything is accessible with stairs, and of course I got human furniture. I know you’ll be happy here eventually my little nestling!” His voice held his normal upbeat optimism, but there was something more in his eyes, something like desperation for you to be happy here.  You could tell he was really putting all his effort into making you accept life here. The way he looked at you with love and acceptance made you feel odd. You had never had anyone care about you like this before.  As you took a bite into your homemade pizza baked with love while Holden started rubbed your back soothingly you started to think that maybe living here as his son wouldn’t really be a bad thing. You had just been adopted in a slightly different manner than usual.

Welp, looks like we're keeping her after all 🥴

i have plans that i cannot share with you because the haters will sabotage me

Update Time!

I'm not completely out of the woods yet, but some serious burdens/guilt have been lifted.

Family friend came again today, brought me another grocery order, which has a new can opener (this one better fucking work) and some more cold foods to last the week and stuff. Eggs, salad, etc. I can feel a little better about what I'm putting into my body besides canned crap, without having to spend hours to make it.

She helped me get a huge chunk done of what all those aides were supposed to do with me. We went through foods and organized, cleaned my "ration rack" (which is, as it sounds, a rack which holds the rations for days I can't get out of bed. Chips, crackers, croissants, poptarts, cookies, etc. All the snackies, and some extra drinks, so I no longer have to sleep with all of them.) Ahhh wonderful. It's also out of my path now for trying to get to my office where Syd is currently located. No more squeezing and side stepping. Mentally, that's a load off. Clutter and mess trigger my OCD bad enough to hit me real hard with depression and hopelessness. It's the biggest reason why hoarder Rex is so bad for me.

Syd's new water bowl came. As expected, it was too big to fit in such a tiny hospital cage. It was a two person job to take the top off and install it, and it takes up so very much of the cage. I held Syd, while friend put the top of the cage back on. The sight was so fucking depressing. Friend says to me "I'm gonna buy her a bigger cage." And of course, cages are expensive, so I told her that, and explained this one is so small because it's literally all I could afford, and I feel like the worst dad ever for it. And of course, at this point, we're both crying, because my baby girl deserves better than a tiny fucking cramped piece of shit where she can't even spread her fucking wings, but it's impossible to bring her home cage into my office. It ain't gettin' up the stairs, or through the doorways. Dear fucking gods, no. Friend insists, "We're gonna order a cage today, on your phone, before we leave." And she did. It'll be here in roughly a week. It should (better) be big enough, and it's quite lovely. It has a stand, so I can store her food and all that, and will make an exceptional hospital cage, where Bean can flap and be happy and well cared for. I am in fucking tears. Her gofundme is still up, for vet stuff, but this is fucking HUGE for us! She also said she'll take us to the vet for another Lupron injection, since Syd's horny again, and said she'd pay for the shot!! <333

Between sobbing about trying to figure out how to pay for van repairs, a new hot water heater, and a new furnace, and a shut off notice for the electric because once again Rex didn't pay it, not having to worry about shelling out an extra $100 or so on a hormone injection is just... such a fucking weight lifted.

On top of that, Daddy's getting some needs met, too now! She assembled my shoe rack! No more bending or tripping over all my shoes! They're right there! Aaaand I finally have my new massager. It's been sitting in a fucking filthy box for like two years, and she helped me get it clean, so now I have that. As soon as I got situated in bed tonight, I tried it out. The pleasure screams I felt as it massaged the knots out of my agonizing back and shoulders is just... oh gods. Probably sounded like a whole ass orgy up in here. Actual goddamn pain relief! PAIN RELIEF!!!!!!

I ate twice today, and finally had some decent hydration, too. Huge boost. I no longer detest the idea of my chicken and gravy tray. Meal plan for tomorrow!

Sunday, she's coming back, and we're gonna tackle some more stuff. I can't fucking wait. I mean, I would really love a weekend with my girlfriend, and some rest, but also, just... a clean environment is so fucking good for my mental health. And it makes me happy that they'll take all the outdated foods I won't eat, so I don't have to feel like a douchebag for wasting it and throwing it out. They're happy to eat it, and I feel like I can give something back for all the help, while also clearing out all the space.

We got a game plan for downstairs, and will start making dents in that.

But honestly... This huge chunk done today is... the kind of support I needed to feel like I might actually survive? I mean... it's still grim. The debts, the bills, the taxes not being paid. The gofundme is still just as fucking urgent as ever in order to not go homeless. In order to get heat and hot water and transportation back. But I don't feel quite as stranded and alone.

We most definitely still need like $2,000 for the van repairs, and $3,000 for the water heater and furnace, and uh... like $6,000 for the backed taxes and another $5,000 for this year's taxes.

But I don't have to cry about not being able to give Syd a better cage, or Lupron, and I have some better access for my own self care. Pain relief is so wonderful. Especially when healthcare providers are failing me so miserably.

Gofund.me ($5 min donation according to their standards) Other options (as much or as little as you can spare <3): Ven.mo: @rroche90 Pay.pal: Rory Roche (Can't miss my portrait of Dean Winchester!)

This feathered angrypants is Mr Shasta.

He currently has a full time job taking turns to babysit the eggs of both his wives.

As you can see, he takes his role very seriously.

Mr Shasta is a good birb dad, 10/10, father of the year.

desperately begging aether to finish trenton’s guitar duel w an mcr song

September 18, 2022

Today is bittersweet. 11 years ago, the sweetest little twins hatched, that I would adopt two months later. I’ve been lucky enough to get to be their daddy. It has been an honor and a blessing to call these sweet little beebs my children <3 My Sydney and Tazmania.

Last month, however, we lost our little Tazzy Boy. (Our Taz Monster, Bratosaurus, Chatty Tazzy, Talkative Taz, Doordash.) He was a good boy, even when he was a complete jerkface. I had to hand feed him when I first adopted them, because Syd’s love for food was just a little too strong. But he grew into a strong, brave boy. A smart boy, who only once, without any prompting or teaching, called me a stupid bird. A little boy who wanted to be a dad, but just couldn’t pull it off. And now he’s gone. He will forever be ten years old. 

Today is Syd’s first birthday without him. And she’s sick. She’s on a course of anti-inflammatories for the next ten days, and I pray this makes her all better. I can’t stand the thought of losing her, too. My baby girl (Syd-Syd, Syd-pretty-bird, Sydney Bean, UberEats, Diva, Camouflaging bitch [which is the only way she’ll STOP camouflaging, of course >.>]) loves to cuddle. She’s inquisitive and curious and daring. She’s a fatass, and I love her for it. She knows how great she is. She’s the one that would check out new toys first. The one who bit mouse tails when they tried to steal her food. She’s a kick-ass little girl. I want her to survive many more years.

Happy Birthday on the Rainbow Bridge, Taz <3

Happy 11th Birthday, Sydney girl <3

Daddy loves you both so much. Don’t you ever forget that, babies <3

Help me ensure I can continue getting Syd healthcare for her birthday? https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-disabled-mother-and-son-avoid-homelessness

i really wanted to ask for a long time about one thing and i hope somebody sees that i have this thing where i cannot feel emotion about experience unless i lived through this or imagined it happening to my characters(or familiar characters) and i have literally no idea why i thought everyone was like this but when i said it in a classroom once everyone said that its not how it works

fun fact: Sansa is fascinated with my earrings cause Bright and Shiny and Fun To Chew, so I have to be very studious about remembering to remove them so she doesn’t try to pry them out.

but side effect of forgetting enough times is that she will sometimes chew at my earring-less ears and be very confused that Shiny Fun Object is not there

STREET DOGS - Character profiles #2

Buncha male characters I needed to make concept art for! Heres a lil info about each of em 👇

Nick (he/him) - Pyromancer Hunter - Son of a single and mechanic dad - Loves playing the guitar! Dreams of playing in a band someday

Jayce (he/him) - Sage Hunter - Has 2 pet cockatiels and a parrot - Very calm and nice, it's hard to have something against him

Ash (he/him) - Jade's friend, studies in her former school - Member of The Graveyard Kids band - Has an unrequited crush on Jade

Gabriel (he/him) - Cursed human, enslaved by a wizard - Does not remember anything about his past - Allergic to cats

Antônio Miguel AKA Miguel, Tony (he/him) - He's the one who rides the bus that picks up Hunters from Venatio Academy to bring them to the Bloodhound camp! - Has had a few Monster encounters in the past, hence the scars all over his body - Himbo on the low

Some of this info is still up to changes futurely, but thats the main ideas for now!

Pepper is trying out their new toy!

hey I'm gonna talk about something that has to do with something serious from my childhood. its actually not about anything that happened to me but it still hangs over me. trigger warning for rape below

when I was a kid my dad lived in an apartment across from a family who had a daughter who was about the age of my brother from my dad's side. big clarification here everything I say is NOT about the brothers I usually mention on here those are the ones from my mom's side who are both good people who haven't hurt anyone. that's always a thing I worry about when I talk about this brother because I don't want people to confuse him with them.

anyways when I was a kid my brother and his friend raped our neighbors daughter after getting her drunk. it was something I didn't understand at the time especially because he was always getting in trouble but that I realized when I was older. their daughter was always kind to me when I was young. I remember her sitting in the grass with me outside the apartment and showing me her cockatiel. I worry that...her time spent with me hurts her now because of what my brother did. I also worry that maybe being with me made her trust my family too much but I don't think that was the case. even so it makes me really upset to think about what he did to her. I hate my brother and I just pray that's the only time he hurt someone in that way. I feel so sad thinking about what he did to this poor girl. augh...I have a doctors appointment coming up and I think I need to seriously start talking about therapy. I don't wanna keep using this blog/my private twitter as my only place where I can talk in detail about my childhood. I have some serious stuff I really need to work through. I just hate how much of my childhood is now a burning wound. my formerly precious memories are ruined. its a heartbreak thats hard to explain unless you've gone through the same thing. I've said this before but in a lot of ways I feel a bit mentally stuck in the period of my life before my brothers had to leave when I was 5 and when the abuse from my parents began to happen. I feel like an adult in my everyday life but I think the abuse really impaired my growth. I think its common for people to miss their childhood but sometimes I think there's something more serious going on with me. blaaaaaah sorry for using my steven universe themed tumblr to vent about this stuff its all I haaaaaaaave

Syd is breathing heavier than before. I'm really hoping it's just because the air quality has been shit. I can't afford to bring her to the vet. While I appreciate the donations we did get, that was only enough for visits she already had, without any extra testing.

I'm terrified I'm gonna lose her. It's almost a year since we lost Taz and I can't cope. If i lose my girl too, I may as well throw in the towel myself. She's all I have left in my physical world. I'm battling for my own health. I'm tired. I'm tired of begging, of not catching a break. I cry like 20x a day.

I'm lost. IDK what to do anymore.

What are your little dinosaurs quirks? When I got my tiel, I was told they would only bond with another person or bird and not multiple. However, she is the biggest cuddle bug to everyone in my family (except for my sibling’s hands specifically)

Also my dad didn’t like birds when I first got her, guess who wants another dinosaur in the house now

Oh we have a tiel like that too! Minerva is just the friendliest bird on the planet. He seriously fears no one and no thing. Everyone is his friend! It's the cutest thing

Ahsoka (another tiel, Minerva's partner) is our guard bird. Like, he is always on watch, making sure all of us are OK. It's funny, because I don't know what he would do if there was like a burgler, but it's sweet

Ellie (green cheek) is just... a bird that thinks she's a person. She always wants the human food, she participates in Jewish rituals, she talks more than any of the others and it makes sense, she understands human tone to a scary degree... it's awesome

Aurora (hybrid conure) is pretty normal, all things considered, but she's very sweet and gentle. She's also patient when it comes to cockatiel antics.

Willis (nanday, Aurora's partner) is... a Grump. The Biggest Grump on the Planet. Like, he's not mean, exactly, he just is the reverse of Minerva and trusts no one, not even himself. It's entertaining, if a bit of a challenge for husbandry

just a random ask but here’s my cockatiels <33

THEYRE ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL my dad used to have one because his ex gf left him with us and he was so cute but such an asshole I love cockatiels!!