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azullumi · 5 months

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GIMME THOSE KAVEH CRUMBS IM EATING THEM NOMNOMNOM

#suddenly the sky is clearing up #the birds are singing #the flowers are blooming #thank you hoyofaif 🙏🙏🙏#HE SO FINEEEE #azul.thoughts

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ikram1909 · 4 months

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https://twitter.com/BarcaTimes/status/1756292919667851525?t=qiX2Q1Ee9BohJrT0rzaxag&s=19 AAAA MY HEART HE IS DOING WELL

"He's happy and positive" "he's important to the team even if he's not playing" tears in my eyes I can't wait to have him back 😭😭😭😭

#Suddenly the sun is shining #the birds are singing #the weather is warm and lovely...#la vie est rose 💕🎉💘💝🩷💗#pablo gavi #baby waby #fc barcelona #xavi hernandez

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caregivingchrysalises · 7 days

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my little love you’ve been doing such a good job angel. i’m so proud of you hun, you’re doing so well dewdrop. you’re allowed to take a break precious, you deserve to take time to rest and recharge~ your buba doesn’t spend all zer time flying now does he? of course not angel, everyone needs to rest lovebug, prinxes and little doves alike. we have time to take a break honey, it’s okay to take time out of your day for yourself, it’s your day after all,, ♡

breaks are so important!! it’s lovely outside today~ the sun is out and the birds are singing so many songs i’m starting to feel like summer is nearly here!

rain or shine, i’m wishing you well and cheering you on!

~ hugs, ‘tala

#i love the sun #the sun is shining #the birds are singing #a great day #agere caregiver #sfw agere #royal caregiver #have a great day #taking breaks #take breaks #and drink water #love ya bye #asks open

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adrift-in-thyme · 1 month

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IT’S SO PRETTY TODAY

#it’s sunny and warm #the birds are singing #the trees are leafed out #aaaahhhh #so pretty #trin rambles #also I can feel the allergies starting to die down #so HALLELUJAH

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queen-of-weird-girl-nation · 2 months

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Spring is here and idk why I was ever depressed life is amazing

#seasonal depression #springtime #the birds are singing #it’s so nice #i luv the universe

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foralleternityidiot · 1 year

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that roar y’all heard? that’s just all us jikookers waking up from our winter slumber.

#jikook #the sky is blue #the birds are singing #the flowers are in bloom #spring has sprung and it’s jikook season once more

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gaytobymeres · 1 year

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It’s warm enough to sit out in the sun with a cup of tea!!!!!!!!!!

#my favourite activity guys #the birds are singing #the sun is warm on my face #there’s no breeze to speak of #life is good

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yournewfriendshouse · 2 years

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girl help, the promise of eggy rice for breakfast isn’t enough to get out of bed

#the sun is shining #the birds are singing #there are painkillers in my trolly just a meter away #but the hurted

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rabbithexrt · 2 months

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I was made to frolick the fields but instead I have to go to work

#it's such nice weather today #the birds are singing #and I have to go sit in the office for a few hours soon #at least my work is decently fun

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plasma333 · 2 months

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Who nneeds sleep when you can stay up all night

#Plus ultra #It's quarter to six #I have not slept #The birds are singing #Sleep is for the weak

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teaposee · 1 month

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Midday walk :3

#there are!!! birds singing. trust #good omens #gomens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale

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soracities · 1 year

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Oliver Herford, "I Heard a Bird Sing"

#q #lit #quotes #december #oliver herford #i heard a bird sing #typography #the bone bare season #poems #m #x

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ghouljams · 6 months

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Friend.

Viking!Ghost with a huge wolf-dog.

Or, even better : shepherd!reader with a huge wolf-dog, or two ; big, ferocious babies who absolutely love the guy, smothering him in kisses and floof every time he visits his darling. Huge balls of fluff who are absolutely delighted when he picks both of them up as if they were still puppies. Reader falling a little bit more in love with him every time she catches him interact with them, gently talking to them as their tails wag and wag and wag. And Ghost who has to suck in a breath when he finds her asleep in the barn after she spent the night helping one of her sheep give birth, the two dogs acting as really big and warm blankets, along with all the other sheep ; just a huge pile of snuggles that won’t let any kind of cold wind through. Just utter cuteness, and the huge, powerful viking is smitten.

My period has been acting up since yesterday, and last night was a nightmare. I’m a little bit better, but I can’t eat otherwise it’s gonna start all over again. I am not hurt, I AM the hurt. I really wish I had a big doggo or one of my cats to snuggle with, or a partner to help with the panic attacks this shoot always comes with (or all of those, I need warmth and cuddles and love).

I wanna write, by I can’t, because brain not braining properly. So I’m imagining fluffy scenarios while listening to the rain outside.

The birds are singing in harmony with the rain. It’s a cozy melody.

Lots of love, Friend.

Mii, out (like a light, soon, probably).

You're getting used to the visits. The giant of a viking that hovers just at the edge of your fence, watching like he's got something to say only to turn away when you ask him to say it. The dogs like him, galloping over to the man every time his shadow crosses your fence. They wiggle and jump like puppies, pushing their big paws against his chest and stretching long with their heads back, the only man that hasn't been bowled over by them yet. You can't blame them for their affections.

Your guest scoops up one of them and cradles the overgrown mutt against his chest. Your dog, for all its ferocity, licks at his mask like the tamest pup in a litter. You get your flock settled before making your way over. It's a fair assumption the viking won't walk away with your dog, so you're guessing he's worked up the nerve for a conversation. You manage to get all the way to the fence, though he takes a step back when you lean against it. You switch your attention to the dog still on the ground and scratch under her chin. Her big eyes stare sadly up at you, as if you could pick her up like the viking.

"Ghost," he says, and you're struck by how rich his voice is, deep and smokey as a dwarves cavern, "you can call me Ghost," he explains, apparently having realized his attempted start at a conversation wasn't going to go anywhere.

"There another viking hidin' his face like you?" You ask him, the introduction is lovely (if a little awkward) but everyone in the village knows Ghost. Or, they know of him. Nobody really knows him. You figure that's what the mask is for.

"Suppose not," he replies, and there's a touch of humor in his voice you hadn't expected. It makes you think he's smiling. Somehow that makes your cheeks feel hot. Strange.

"What do you need Ghost?" You ask, leaning against the fence. He leans to put your dog down, and the other one goes to nose his hand. He scratches her head lightly before straightening up.

"Just came to pet the dogs," he tells you. You smile. "No show this time?" He asks.

"No wolves," you nod towards the pasture, your flock safe and sound as they graze. Your eyes land on the wolf fang sewn to his leather. It's familiar enough to make your heart squeeze. You wish he'd come for you.

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You're not out in the pasture, or answering the door when he knocks. It's early but Ghost didn't think you'd be that sound a sleeper. Fucking hell it's early, he shouldn't even be here but he wanted to see you before he left and- and he couldn't stop himself. He was delaying leave for his own selfish desired, but he couldn't stop himself from coming out to your little pasture. He had no excuse for it, nothing he could tell you, but he didn't want to talk to you he wanted to see you.

These are two different things.

He wanders around the fence you've put up, sturdy, well maintained. He wonders if you fix it up yourself or ask someone else to do it. You could ask him, he'd fix it for you. He'd fix anything for you. As long as it was you asking, he could do anything.

He stops outside a little covered barn, the hay leading into it is fresh, the doors slightly ajar. It's a good bet if he's ever seen one. The hinges don't stick when he inches the door open to look inside.

One of your dogs lifts its head from your lap, and stares at him, it's fluffy tail wagging softly against the hay. You're asleep, of course you're asleep. Sprawled over the hay, your dogs cuddled around you, the rest of the sheep settled to huddle close to their shepherd as well. You're surrounded by thick wool and wirey dogs, hardly bothered by the animals and straw as you sleep through the wee hours of the morning. You don't even look cold.

Ghost unhooks his cloak, the black leather and wolf's fur feeling ominous in such a pastoral scene, and drapes it over you like a blanket. Your dogs sniff it inquisitively, nosing it until he pushes their heads away with gentle pats. He tucks the fur against your neck and strokes his knuckles against your cheek. You're so beautiful, soft and vulnerable even under your fangs. He would have taken you to bed last night if you'd let him. Stayed up to watch the ewe and her new lamb while you curled up under the pelt blankets to sleep. How safe must you feel? How safe would he feel?

His thumb strokes against the fur and he stands. You'll still be here when he gets back, maybe not in the barn but here. In the village, in your pasture, right where he knows he can find you.

And hopefully, you'll be wearing his cloak when he does.

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wifeofwolfman · 10 months

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this was a lot of work! i think it might be the prettiest & strangest thing i've made yet. fyi it's felted wool on wire armature. the claws, teeth, and beak are painted modeling foam.

id: pictures of a needlefelted wool creature puppet. this creature is a chimera of flamboyant flamingo and majestic leopard. it's built bizarre and it has no apparent eyes. its torso is made of a leopard's face. the chin is its stomach, with a toothy maw yawning in its midsection. the torso-face's upper lip mimics the pecs of a chest, and attached to that is a set of strong arms with large paws. the cheeks of the torso-face mimic an addition chest, and attached to this is a set of wings. the creature has a second face. from the nose ridge of the torso-face stretches the neck, head, and beak of a flamingo, once again apparently eyeless. its coat is all bright pink with a paler pink undercoat and hundreds of purple spots. on the feathery wings, the spots elongate into rows of streaks. below its knees, its legs are purple with light lavender scales, its feet webbed, three-toed, and clawed. its tail is long, terminating in a feathery bouquet.

#wifeofwolfman art #fiber art #needle felting #soft sculpture #creaturedesign #flamingo #leopard #trypophobia #idk just in case #it dances and sings like a bird #it stalks and pounces like a cat #if i was making a creature feature about this thing it would probably be something like Mothra or Rodan #or Q or The Legend of Boggy Creek #a fantastic thing totally alone in the human world #but then it discovers queer people and makes many friends

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musicalhistorical · 2 years

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dog offering belly for rubs???

I'm petsitting and one of the animals I'm watching is a tiny little dog named Twinkles, and I was told that it would be a while before Twinkles would trust me. This is my first day alone with the animals (one house, five animals) and Twinkles just asked me for belly rubs and didn't want me to stop excuse me while I go search up dog body language

#petsitting #dogsitting #the other dog is a huge baby #the birds are singing

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lets-get-lit · 3 months

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There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

- Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

#quotes #books #literature #lit #classics #academia #light academia #dark academia #chaotic academia #book #book quotes #quotation #Maya Angelou #Memoir #Nonfiction #Biography #Autobiography #I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

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