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The pigeon parade is here! More lovely birds for all you wonderful people.
You can buy a print of this in my shop!
#art#drawing#illustration#digital art#pigeon illustration#pigeon drawing#pigeon#pigeons#pigeon parade#original art#print#prints#support artists#cute art#my art#art print#pigeon art print#cute#funny art
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Grand Army Plaza in Manhattan.
Central Park (South) - New York
West Point Marching Band -NYC
Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade
#Sherman Monument#Grand Army Plaza#Pigeons#Manhattan#Central Park#New York City#Cozy#Autumn Vibes#Autumn Colours#New York#Autumn#Thanksgiving#Street Scene#Happy Thanksgiving#Parade#Floats#Happy Thanksgiving Day#Macys#Thanksgiving Parade#Macy's thanksgiving day parade
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FROM : sue-apenas - EIFFEL TOWER, Paris, France
#sue-apenas#eiffel tower#tour eiffel#pigeons#birds#love parade#photos#monuments#monuments & castles#animals#animals & wild animals#paris#france
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Emo pigeon 🖤
(Volume on)
#every academic had an emo phase#no one is allowed to be surprised that i still listen to mcr#mcr#my chemical romance#the black parade#bird#pigeon
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Corn emoji about Crow?
I dunno how to put emojis in computer oidgjlsdgjkd
(big mood big mood that's alright ajsdlkfs)
🌽: How does this OC feel about acts of affection? What's their favourite act of affection, physical or emotional?
tbh he's really bad about recognizing an act of affection unless it's one of the ways he loves other dragons? if that makes sense?
like. hrm. like parrot's love language is physical touch, right? parrot flings herself at anyone and. well. now you've got a parrot on you. crow doesn't really mind, per se, but he wouldn't see it as an act of affection until after he's been on the ship for a while. once he's been on the ship for a while and is used to parrot's clinginess, that's when he starts seeing it as an act of affection
Crow's love language is quality time and receiving gifts, which is kinda sorta why he's falling in love with Seaglass, because Seaglass's love languages are quality time and gift-giving so that works out for them skdfjaskldf
#idk if there's much else to say#sorry this took a minute to answer ajsdklfjasdf#pigeon rambles#ask the crew#rainwing-pride-parade
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So I went to a pride parade today and instead of taking pictures of all the cool pride things I saw (Including my first drag show!!!) I took picture of these bad boys instead
Needless to say I think I made the right choice
#pride#pride parade#lgbt pride#happy pride 🌈#birds#pigeon#pretty boys#or girls#idk the sex of these birds#but they are great#lgbt#lgbtqiia+
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Pigeons- Parade| 2018
#pigeons#666k#trippy#bedroom music#indie music#new music#southjersey#new jersey#philadelphia#parade#colorful#reverb#seafoam green#daytime#disgusting#listentothis#stratocaster#lsd sheets#storm clouds#sunny#Spotify
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Hi! How you doin? I saw that Clayton and Alameda fell under the "Crush/Romantic feelings" category in one of your previous posts and was wondering if I could request some separate imagines on them? Since there's not much mention of them in your other works (especially Clayton), just to get an idea of what they're like with (Y/N). Please and thank you!
Sure!! I’d love to write more about Clayton, he’s so underrated 😭 Enjoy!
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Clayton
He’s one of the more… aloof villains of the park. Unlike the others who parade around the park giving backhanded compliments and insulting the elderly, Clayton tends to stay more on the sidelines.
I mean… the only thing he really liked to do was hunt, and he can’t exactly skewer any living creatures at the “happiest place on earth”
Though what he wouldn’t give to make a new coat out of that sardonically scarred lion…
With our beloved park attendant (Y/N), they found a couple ways to get along with him.
(Y/N) asked him about his hunting expeditions and his time in Victorian England
As much as (Y/N) hates the idea of killing for the sake of killing, Clayton can tell one hell of a story. He becomes super animated, hands waving around and voice super loud. He even got Gaston’s attention.
Other villains walked in on both (Y/N) and Gaston sitting crisscross applesauce on the floor as Clayton relayed the tale of his expedition in Peru like it was story time
He LOVES showing off his skills and strength, and what can I say, (Y/N) loves a show
As for the romantic aspect of Clayton and (Y/N)’s relationship, I believe Clayton fell first
Clayton was a man from Victorian England, where it was risqué for a women to show her ankles
Now imagine Clayton seeing (Y/N) in small summer wear attire, it is Florida/California after all…
During one of Clayton’s tantrums, he ended up screaming in (Y/N)’s face. And what did they do? They slapped him across the face, shocking him to silence
No one has ever dared lay a finger on him, and as (Y/N) immediately apologized to him he could only think one thing; “that was hot”
Clayton isn’t used to someone being genuinely interested in his past, and the way that (Y/N) looks at him when he retails his adventures keeps the Englishman up at night
It’s weird, but (Y/N) loves how big Clayton’s hands are, like they take one of his hands and covers their entire face with it, much to Clayton’s embarrassment
(Y/N) is now Clayton’s official backpack, they cling to this man as he walks around the park. Clayton loves showing off his strength and (Y/N) loves being carried
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Alameda Slim
Cowboy time baby
Alameda is one of the most unknown villains, like no one cares
But (Y/N) does, (Y/N) always tries to get Alameda included with the Villains and park activities
Whenever there’s a big crowd, Alameda always gravitates to (Y/N)
The size difference between them omg
(Y/N) brings Alameda old country music records, he now has a whole milk crate filled with albums
Gives (Y/N) mini concerts, yodeling along to the records
They have movie nights together in the common area watching old westerns! Alameda always interrupts the movie pointing out all the inaccuracies
One time Alameda tried to show (Y/N) how to square dance, and accidentally made them go airborne when he tried to spin them around
(Y/N)’s super curious about Alamedas yodeling, does it only affect cows? They decided to experiment on a bunch of different animals around the park, much to the park goers dismay
Turned out the only other animal effected by yodeling is… pigeons
Alameda ended up running for his life, a horde of hypnotized pigeons chasing after him
(Y/N) ended up having to convince Alameda it was safe to go outside again, after he barricaded himself in his room
Alameda likes to plop his cowboy hat on (Y/N)s head when it gets to hot outside
#disney villains#self insert#disney imagine#disney x reader#alameda slim#home on the range#Clayton#Disney clayton#tarzan
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HARRY - < Alright lads, what's the game plan for befriending Jean? >
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Hookers, alcohol and hard drugs!
VOLITION - No.
HARRY - < Volt's right. I can't break the 'Good Cop' reputation. Captain Sober will remember Kim, but Captain Drunk and High will not... >
EMPATHY - Exactly. What kind of awful person forgets his best friend of 6 years? After every good deed he has done for you? We should grovel and beg for forgiveness.
LOGIC - Errr no. Past Harry probably did that a thousand times before. Besides, we don't know if Jean was a saint.
ESPRIT DE CORPS - The man could have very well enabled our self-destructive tendencies. Cops tend to subconsciously do that for 'camaraderie'. Remember how even the benevolent Kim ignored you stealing that dock worker's ID card?
HARRY - < Okay, in my defense, I didn't know what crime was when I woke up. Was an amnesiac, remember? Besides, I gave it back. >
LOGIC - Point still stands.
HARRY - < Fine. Any other ideas? >
SAVIOR FLAIRE - Time to be the 'Cool Cop', Harry boy. Remind Jean of your greatness, boast to the heavens and earth.
REACTION SPEED - And throw in the finger guns!
SAVIOR FLAIRE - Spot-on. We got this. We can rizz anyone up. We are superstars.
HARRY - < Ooo, I like this. So I should say something like "Yo wassup Jean? You're cool, I'm epic, we should be superstar cops together. You and me against the world, baby! Sounds very disco to me, whadda ya say?" >
SAVIOR FLAIRE - Yes, yes!
SUGGESTION - Ahem. I'm being 100% genuine when I insist that you really shouldn't take this show-off's advice.
HARRY - < Wha? Why not? >
SUGGESTION - Because it's utter idiocy.
SAVIOR FLAIRE - Argh. Stop raining on my parade, slimeball!
SUGGESTION - Oi! Back off. Stop encroaching onto MY turf, you attention hog. Persuading people is my thing, not yours.
HARRY - < Took you long enough to show up. So what's your idea? >
SUGGESTION - I'm sorry, but there is none.
HARRY - < No... >
SUGGESTION - Jean is stone-walling you, there's no way in. Any attempts to befriend him would be futile.
CONCEPTUALISATION - Like a pigeon slamming itself into a closed window, over and over.
HARRY - < No, no, no, no, no! >
VOLITION - Harrier, get a hold of yourself. You still have Kim. Jean might just need some time.
HARRY - < Everything hurts. >
#disco elysium#kim kitsuragi#harry du bois#harrier du bois#jean vicquemare#light angst#incorrect disco elysium quotes#mini fanfic#writing snippet#disco elysium skills#I started out wanting this to be funny but it became sad...#disco elysium fanfiction
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May Muzaffar, tr. by Tahia Abdel Nasser, from The Poetry of Arab Women: A Contemporary Anthology; “A Flash”
[Text ID: “Your face is the unexplored earth… / a night’s sea and parades. / Your visible veiled face moves in the clouds, / so that whenever I try to open my eye… / and stare / into the chests of darkness, / the wind takes over, hides it and laughs… / amid the pigeons’ wings.”]
#may muzaffar#excerpts#writings#literature#poetry#fragments#selections#words#quotes#typography#poetry collection#poetry in translation#arabic literature#arabic poetry
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Mustang's Bitch indeed:
"But I have eyes only for the lonely bird of prey that stands at the center of all the silly, vain, power-hungry little pigeons." (...)
Her face is elegant and distant. A small nose, piercing eyes behind thick eyelashes, and a mischievious cat's smile growing in her face. The Sovereign of our Republic. Here at the summit of the stairs, her eyes shed the weight from my shoulders, the fear from my heart that I would never see her again. Through war and space and this damnable parade, I have traveled to find her again, my life, my love, my home.
I bend to my knee and look up into the eyes of the mother of my child.
- 'Lo, wife!
- 'Lo, husband! Welcome home!"
#he is whipped#so whipped he is thick cream for her#and a cookie dough packet 🤭#he is so in love it is such a relief to see it without the guilt complex suffocating his thoughts#red rising#darrow of lykos#darrow au andromedus#reaper#virginia au augustus#mustang#pierce brown#iron gold#reaper x mustang
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Dying Isn't Very Regulation: Chapter 13
Being stuck in tunnels this long is for the birds anyways.
(Or, a self-indulgent 5 9 16?? chapter fic inspired by Snapback by @toomanyteefs with Fives and Ninety-Nine, because I have emotions about this, they deserves the world, and the narrative has officially run away with me!)
Fives felt a stab of appreciation for his brother and the Batch. He had been sure that they would consider him a liability after his first night together with them, when the other regs tried to sneak up on them all for a glimpse of Fives’s face. The entire situation had been humiliating, from the undeserved hero-worship that felt more like mockery than anything to the fact that the squad of morons had intruded on the Batch’s little nook in the tunnels at all. But instead, the Bad Batch had become incredibly protective in the aftermath, closing ranks around him instead of against him.
He suspected Ninety-Nine had been involved in that decision, but didn’t dare ask. If the Batch was protective over Fives, it was nothing compared to how they treated Ninety-Nine, like he was made of glass and any wrong move could tear him away again.
With Echo currently pressed against his shoulder, though, there wasn’t much room for Fives to talk. When Rex decided to head off the rumors himself and confirm Fives’s return, Echo had offered to go with him, and to his surprise, so had Hunter. Since then, the strange looks and whispers had grown rare, and they always ceased the moment any of the Batch looked their way.
Fives didn’t think too much about what they must have said to accomplish that so thoroughly. He was just glad he wasn’t required to be paraded around, fielding uncomfortable questions he really didn’t have the answer to anyways.
“If at any point you feel you don’t want to stay here, you know I can arrange for you to return to the ship, for whatever reason,” Mereel reminded them, pulling Fives from his thoughts.
“Rex might still need us.”
“We’re staying.”
“I know,” Mereel said with a slightly exasperated shake of his head. “But in case you change your mind -”
Ninety-Nine suddenly gasped and the whole Batch drew weapons. Hunter braced an arm over Ninety-Nine’s chest to hold him back as the others assumed ready stances, and Fives found himself automatically doing the same, one hand dropped onto Ninety-Nine’s shoulder. For a brief second he locked eyes with Hunter in mutual concern, but Ninety-Nine looked at them with confusion in his sparkling eyes. His mouth was hanging open, half a piece of haar’shun bread held loosely in one hand as he gestured towards… A pigeon.
Full Chapter (And Story!): Just A Lil But Pigeonholed
#arc trooper fives#arc trooper echo#the bad batch#jaster mereel#clone trooper 99#99 has never seen a bird before and he's super cute about it#domino twins#domino reunion#clone wars fanfiction#star wars fanfiction#starwarsficnetwork#clone troopers deserve better#clone troopers need a hug
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OOOOH I LOVE THOSE :O taking them and shoving those neos +she into the dragon
also Im making gem a lesbian no one can stop me
Im currently drawing coin actually I got excited about him dogijldghkglj gem has a bunch o cool golden things in his horns :D
I would love coin to interact with the crew actually but I just thought about making her a captain that is a rival to Rapscallion?
not anything serious just this like one sided rivalry like "HAHA HEY SCALLYWAG, LOOK AT MY SHINIES" and Rapscallion is there like "oh cool do you wanna come in for tea? :]" and coin's like "NO WE'RE BITTER RIVALS" and Rapscallion just treats gem like they're besties because he considers him a friend doikljgdgho
I think it would be a fun dynamic idojlgdsghl maybe coin even joins the crew at some points because Rapscallion invites him or something and I think she'd be SURPRISED at the amount o dragons Rapscallion adopts
HECK YEAH LESBIANS LET'S GO
p l e a s e share finished drawings i want to see i want to gently hold gem in my hands and love coin forever
oh ho HO i LOVE this dynamic yes yes yes consider: Koi joins the crew at first cause heck yeah pirates but when coin realizes they steal more dragons than treasure, she's like "uh yeah, no." and makes her own crew that actually hunts for treasure
sometimes coin will ask rapscallion's crew to join her crew in an adventure and rapscallion is more than happy to join in
sometimes when they run into each other Rapscallion is like "hey i've got a dragon who wants to hunt treasure, you interested in adoption?" and in turn Koi will say "hey i've got a dragon who doesn't like stealing things wanna adopt them" and they'll swap crewmates
excellent dragon 10/10 please continue telling me all the things about them 👀
#pigeon rambles#rainwing-pride-parade#gilded skyline crew#tagging for rapscallion#I LOVE KOI SO MUCH#pirate captain rivals#i think rapscallion would play along with the rivalry asdjfkalsdjf he's havin a good time :D
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random challenge: write an "Airs of London"-style list of random flavor text for a location in your world.
here's mine:
A pair of teenage girls sail past, chattering and giggling. Their hologram accessories flicker as they clip in and out of each other.
A faint smell of rubber and ozone fills the air.
Muffled electronic music thumps somewhere above, drowning out the pattering of the rain.
A woman sleeps, slumped against the window of her car, as it crawls patiently through the traffic jam.
A malfunctioning hologram projector has coated the side of a building in jittering polygons. A crowd has gathered below it, craning their necks and pulling faces.
A bus rolls to a stop beside you. A harried-looking man dismounts, his arms laden with plastic bags, and disappears into the night.
Two fast food billboards overhead have desynchronized, turning the jingle they play into an eerie canon.
An argument breaks out at a street stall up ahead. It seems someone's wallet app has stopped working.
A pigeon pecks uncertainly at the base of a plastic tree.
A line spills out of a trendy cafe's doors and takes over the sidewalk. The patrons' colourful umbrellas form a cheerful parade.
A boy with horns walks past, followed by two more with antlers. Friends? Or is some mod boutique running a promotion?
The ad screens are all displaying the same alarm-red oneiric storm warning today. Pedestrians hurry past them without so much as a glance.
A sharply-dressed man with a blue armband smiles and waves at you. You hear excited whispering and the click of a camera.
Every light in the city flickers simultaneously. An old woman throws a skeptical glance toward Alcyon Corporation HQ.
It's a rare cloudless day. The city's projected screens and signs look faint, almost unreal, under the natural sunlight.
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week, mind, more and/or Manchester
Week
"You know Mr. Higgins, he’s always saying managerial stuff like ‘we’re glad to have you back’ and ‘did you have a nice weekend?’ and ‘any plans for the hols?’"
Mind
Somewhere around midday Sunday, after he'd woken up and popped some Alka-Seltzer -- despite the fact he hadn't touched a drop of alcohol, his stomach still swirled unpleasantly -- he'd taken one look at his overflowing inbox and switched his phone to mute. He didn't want to sit through a parade of consolations from everyone he'd played and worked beside for the last twenty years of his life. His sister and Phoebe could get through, and all the players knew the drill by now -- if they really needed to get a hold of him, they could send a pigeon.
If the pigeon could be bothered, that was. If the pigeon hadn't changed its mind and decided Roy's apology was shit, flown off to warmer climates for the break without so much as a, 'deleting the alarms on my phone. see u in a million years you crusty arsehole.'
More
"Dad?" he asked again--barely a noise, more a statement to himself than anything. He tested the handle again; it jiggled but a pressure pushed back. Something heavy held it closed on the other side of the door.
He couldn't get out. He was locked in the bathroom. Why?
That's right. He'd been told to clean it.
'What are you, some sort of fucking animal?!'
Manchester
The coach lurched forward, chugging a steady clip back to Richmond, and it didn't care one bit that Jamie didn't know if he should be leaving with it. No matter how far they drove, it felt like one foot was stuck back in Manchester, and he didn't know if he should've left himself behind or how to go about fixing his game so that this didn't happen again, and the bus was quiet but it was loud and the fairy flute music wouldn't stop and he was so exhausted he could cry-
"Oi, what do you think you're doing?"
Jamie's eyes shot open. At some point when he hadn't been paying attention, he'd sunk low in his seat so that the first thing he saw was the shabby grey ceiling of the Richmond bus. Everything was shabbier in Richmond, including Roy Kent.
He tilted his head back and found the unimpressed, unamused scowl of Richmond's oldest fossil watching from across the aisle.
"I'm laying down, aren't I?"
"Get your shoes off the bench."
#wip word wednesday#writing snippet#jamie tartt#roy kent#fuck jamie's dad#fic: oh god you're gonna get it (you have not been given love)#fic: i still feel like the same person I've been
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I just think that what mcr did at the wwwy fest is beyond words, but I'm going to try anyway.
As a self proclaimed emo, I naturally feel nostalgia towards the 2000s emo culture, with the release of three cheers and the black parade albums, with fall out boy, with paramore, all of the songs with lyrics now written in our hearts being new. I feel incredibly nostalgic, but the interesting thing is that I'm nostalgic for an era I was barely alive to see. I'm a 2000s kid, I was less than a year old when three cheers was released. But I feel nostalgic towards it, I feel like things would have been better if I was born earlier to experience it.
But what MCR have done is they have said, to the media, to nostalgia, to the corporations bringing emo back for profit, not for sub-culture, is a big, total "FUCK YOU". And I think that's beautiful.
See, what my chemical romance is, and will always be, is something that you don't understand. That you can't quite grasp. Every time you think you know them, and decide who they are, they will do something so batshit to say "No. That's not us, we are whatever the fuck we want to be and we are proud of it." They did this in each era. They eyeshadow, they kissed each other, they wore all black, they wore bright colours and sang about a comic they made. They faked their fucking death.
So they wore their Revenge era outfits to the when we were young fest. This is already tongue in cheek, wearing something from when they were young to a nostalgia trip of a festival. But then adding in the prosthetics. Bringing you back to the present. Reminding yourself that that's not where you are anymore, the past cannot come back. And that's a good thing. Because they played all their hits, none of the niche stuff the mcrmy has a passion for. They didn't talk between songs and played the band they were supposed to be, pigeon-holed into for the longest time. So much so that it was killing them, it's why they split up. Because if they didn't, if they stayed the way they were told they were supposed to be, they would have ended up dead (evident by their outfits, particularly mikey, I haven't seen a single photo of his outfit and I heard that he was covered in blood, no prosthetics, which can be read into as something bad happening to him, leaving him to die young, which would have been the harsh reality if they pushed themselves into this).
My Chemical Romance has always and will always tell you who they are, which will always be the opposite of what people tell them to be. And right now, the media is making them into some sort of glorified revival band, but that's not it. They're just them. They don't want the fucking nostalgia to take them back to a place that nearly killed them. They never wanted to be pigeon-holed into being emo, even speaking out about hating the stereotype (which changed so much from what it was when they were growing up, it shifted into some kind of store-bought ripped jeaned teens with a passion for razor blades instead of angst souls surviving through music) and yet the same stereotype--which was once protested as being anti-religious, propaganda, a suicide cult and more--is being paraded around as a nostalgic gem to be worshipped. A trend. And you bet your ass that ray toro, mikey way, frank iero and gerard way are going to shit on all of that.
It was never about the money. The hits. The costumes. The crowds. It was about saving lives by being yourself, and looking into the past, reminiscing over how things were through the rose-tinted lens of time, isn't going to save anyone. It's going to leave you without anything in the present. You have to evolve. And bullshitting yourselves into being something you're not, or believing the grass was greener is only bullshitting yourself. It's not rebellion, it's suicide. The exact thing my chem is trying to stop. The haunting prosthetics serve as a reminder that while it's fun to revisit the past, you cannot stay that way. You have to carry on.
#mcr#wwwy#when we were young#my chemical romance#my chem#gerard way#ray toro#frank iero#mikey way#emo#music#wwwyf#revenge era#old man my chem#return era#fandom essay
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