Why were pigeons abandoned? I’m assuming because technology replaced them but I can’t find a source

There wasn't a big need for them after the war and pigeons are culturally significant to a lot of people. They were a cheap source of food and fertilizer but (i know how I'm going to sound when I say this and I apologize) but my theory is the government did it on purpose to not only take a very useful livestock from the common knowledge of the American people but to also purposefully sow hate against different cultures.

so. I DID have a loose plan to try and hit 120k words in the huge smir fic by June, but then yesterday I discovered that Mars is, to put it incredibly simply, a very bad person for reasons that I'm not going to detail here. That is to say, I don't want it in my fic anymore, especially not in the semi-major role it had. So now I have,, over 100,000 words of plot to rework around that fact. Um. wish me luck.

in totally unrelated news This is Lycel everyone say Hi Lycel she's going to be the fourth member of our core cast :) also Failboat's gonna be here now. he's not replacing anyone he's just here for fun. I'm reworking a hundred thousand words and having to readjust so so many character dynamics to add a new character in what's a second new character on top of that

do you have a video of that 5 seconds of summer guy stealing that tumblr post?

ok he didnt actually steal it guys sdfgh. it's not like it's the most original thought in the entire world; he just said something really similar about feeling his bandmate's bass slide in his "oop can't say that out loud" or smthn. i think i overexaggerated when i said "word for word" pls no one come for me

hi uh what the fuck happened

i wonder if uquiz makers know what you wrote in the optional box?

babe wake up neptune the-pigeon dropped a 3rd life scarian fic

and you thought you didn't deserve it [WIP]

Jack’s only around twelve when he makes his wish. He doesn’t know what he's doing, just a dumb kid who didn’t know the first thing about wishes or magic or even love. But he’s seen what it can do to a person. He’d seen what it did to his mother, when she wished over and over again to keep on loving her husband, after every bruise and every scrape and every cruel word out of his mouth. And even though he's young, he knows well enough that she didn’t do it for herself. A kid needs a family, and if she had to let herself be broken every night in order to keep one for him, she’d find a way to tolerate it.

He only asked her about it once – only technically, of course, because if they spoke too much about it, if Jack made her look at the truth head on, she’d cry, and Jack hated making his mother cry.

“Why not just… Make him stop?”, he’d asked, dancing around the truth of the subject – she’d only shaken her head at him fondly, ruffled his hair and planted a kiss on his forehead, the type of kisses he treasures.

“Oh, love,” she’d smiled softly, and Jack still wonders if that ‘love’ came from her, or from the stars who grant her wishes. “Everything happens, eventually. You can’t just make it not. You have to find your way around it. You know,” she'd flicked the brim of his hat – it slid down his face, still a few sizes too big for him despite her promises that he’d grow, and blocked out half his vision, so only the playful curve of her smile could live in his memory. “Improve the truth a little.”

And Jack always listened to his mother, so he did just that. Improved the truth. Whenever his mother cried, he’d fold it into pretty paper shapes and gift them to her like a present. When his father came home angry and reeking of gutters and gin, Jack would twist it into the shape he wanted until he calmed down. And when his mother smiled, he never once looked at her eyes – only watched her mouth and tried to convince himself that that was proof enough.

Truth doesn’t stay pretty forever. It always rears its head eventually, ugly and raw and untameable. Jack learns that after his mother’s funeral, when he’s squirreled away like vermin in the attic of the church that overlooks the potters’ field in which she lies. It’s an ugly truth, knowing that even the love she’d bled into being wasn’t enough to save her.

So Jack made his wish. He couldn’t wish for it not to happen – but he could wish for it to happen without really happening. Make his own truth, one that stays pretty, stays exactly how he wants it to.

He paints an angled nose, pale skin, high cheekbones. He paints watercolour eyes and ink-blotted hair, and a bitten mouth hiding words unsaid. And he wishes all the while, wishes to love nothing but this. He can feel it working as he does so; he can feel the love blooming in his chest as he dots the barest imprints of freckles into the cheeks, the slightest dimples around the lips, the sharp and sturdy curves of collarbones just underneath the shirt-collar.

Jack’s never been satisfied with his drawings. He’s always picking at them, fidgeting over them, even when he knows they don’t matter, even when his father crumples them up for kindling – he used to reach into the fire and drag them out when his father’s back was turned, just so he could add those finishing touches, but it only ever ended with burnt fingertips and frustration and a pile of still-unfinished sketches rotting away in what used to be his bedroom. So when his painting, his person, comes out flawlessly, an angel put to canvas, Jack knows the spell’s worked.

If he must love anyone, he’ll love this painting. Only him.

huge respect to @myxinidaes for reblogging that post with 100 birds

@moreclaypigeons 🤝 @eldrigeonsss

having pigeon urls and being just absolutely in love with Amber Gris

Oh my music taste is about to take a Hard and sharp left turn. Nice knowing you all my brain is on funky piano man math teacher lock down. It is 3 in the morning the man's Wikipedia page is RIVETING.

Do you know about every animal and creature in existence??

i do actually

i will never forget u two <3

Aand tonight's song recs are: Waiting in the Wings from the Tangled series, Paradis by Orelsan (which I might already have recommended but it's just so good and the clip on youtube has english subtitles!) and the classic Les Démons de Minuit by Images (I was going to recommend you Mrs Yéyé/Sunyel's cover but they wiped their whole channel and I can't find the song on YouTube?? I'm glad I downloaded it years ago. When you search their name the first thing that comes up is accusations of sleeping with minors and apparently a guy they worked with has had problems with them?? We're talking about the on s'en bat les couilles person there things really do change huh. Anyway) + from Sunyel I also liked Salope, it's about sexual liberation and pretty nice! Have a good evening/afternoon :)

head in hands love beloved im sorry this took me so long to answer

WAITING IN THE WINGS MAKES ME CRY IT’S SUCH A GOOD ONE eugheugheugheugheugh her voice is SO good. as soon as i attach a blorbo to this song it will never leave my brain (who cares how loud the silence rings ohhohohoooo that is such a good bit)

Paradis :00 ooooh the vibes.....really like the chorus!!! and the pianooooo <33

oooooh eugheugheugh the start of Les Démons de Minuit....LOVE the vibes. banger opener. and then it continued to be banger the whole time!!!!!! this is an entire bop. all of my love. (also what a mood?? very exciting?? sobbing crying i wanna here ur favorite cover of this?? it’s so good???)

I couldn’t find Salope ;--;

Jess how does it feel to wake up every day and be one of the coolest/funniest/nicest/best humans ever ???? iconic behavior

it's crazy actually. like i open my eyes in the morning and the birds come sing on my windowsill just like they do every day and i think to myself "wow <3 these other bitches arent even close <3"

If you had the ability to bring back one extinct animal species, what would it be?

Passenger Pigeon because I read about them being overhunted in 6th grade and that's stuck with me for a very long time but I didn't really understand HOW much they were overhunted because all that stuck with me was "people made them into passenger pigeon pie and that's why they got hunted to death". They've been extinct for over 100 years (last one was a captive one that died in 1914) and I can't find a concrete number but there were BILLIONS of them. The last wild one shot in 1900. Like there's no way they didn't know they were killing all of them

Also I'd be curious to try one but we don't need to kill billions of birds jesus fucking christ

so Aubrie unfortunately passed away last run, but Merlot was lucky enough to spend some quality time with (and get his ass kicked ✨Magically✨ by) his Mama <3