#bird ephemera

[bilbao-song]

Valentine's Day card, 1965.

#vintage #60s #sixties #valentine's day #valentines day #vintage valentines #vintage cards #vintage greeting cards #vintage ephemera #vintage valentine's day #1960s #1965 #hsc:misc* #uploads* #queue #this was so hard to scan bc of the plastic birds

[blistexenthusiast]

swan collection curated by @foundandchosen

#foundandchosen #transparent #png #collection #swan #bird #vintage #gardencore #cottagecore #dark academia #light academia #toy #hopecore #ephemera #⭒* ·˚ ☾ ⊹.

[littlethingsmart]

(source)

#decals #vintage ephemera #vintage design #70s #bird items #frog items #under 20 #paid link

[stamp-it-to-me]

a 1962 North Korean stamp depicting a Japanese paradise-flycatcher

[id: a postage stamp with a realistic illustration of a black bird with very long and slender tail feathers. end id]

#ephemera #snail mail #stamps #postage stamps #animals #birds #north korea #described

[postcard-from-the-past]

"Child with the canary bird", painting by F. Geraldy

French vintage postcard

#child #painting #historic #photo #briefkaart #vintage #sepia #bird #photography #carte postale #postcard #postkarte #postal #tarjeta #ansichtskarte #french #canary #old #geraldy #ephemera #postkaart #f. geraldy french #f

[misforgotten2]

OH no! It's back to the dreaded AOL disc collection, what will ever do?

Suffer.

#aol #aol disc #advertising #warner bros #cartoon #tweety bird #ephemera

[brianfrench1995]

1965 Japan Airlines DC-8 flying over Frankfurt Postcard 
@postcardtimemachine

#ephemera #travel #plane #airplanes #airplane #planes #aviation #flying #japan airlines #dc8 #frankfurt #germany #postcard #birds eye view

[insomniamamma]

Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own: Nico (House Comes With a Bird) x f!reader

A/N: this started off as @littleferal​‘s Iron Chef, but I will not reblog it there because I entirely lost control of this fic. I tried to follow the rules, but it didn’t work out. Partially inspired by this U2 song. Same reader as Ephemera. This is personal for me because if you grow up in a small town, the second you manage to leave  you will be punished for it.

warnings: anxiety. crappy family dynamics. reader is disparaged by family. Financial hardship. Age gap. Language. Please let me know if I’ve missed something. Terrible Spanish. I took latin in high school.

          He's going to dump you. You know that right? He's going to ditch you the second you look a day over 25. Your mother the last time you talked to her. He only likes you cause you remind him of his dead wife. He'll get bored and leave you and then where will you be? Huh? Stuck in San Diego without a dollar to your name.          Ma it's not like that          what? You think he loves you? You think he cares about you? Look at him and look at you. He wants you for one thing.          Ma it's not like that.          I always knew you were stupid. But I never thought you were this stupid. You're nothing to him. You're just his little whore. You're a charity case. The sooner you realize that the sooner you can move on with your life. He doesn't love you. Grow up.

Lu: hey Nico. She's got you as an emergency contact. IDK. If this is an emergency Nico: she needs me. Lu: yeah. I can hear her crying thru the door. It sounds bad. I wouldn't bother you-- Nico: I'm on my way.

         It all came crashing down. That little nagging voice. The one who doubts. The one who says no one and nothing, the one who says no one will ever care, the one who sounds exactly like your mother and your sisters and your roommates, the ones who say he can never love you, that someone like him is only interested in some nice, tight holes. Dumb hooker. Like in Pretty Woman. Always said you'd never amount to nothing. Who do you think you are, putting on airs? The same litany you've heard all your life. Punished for trying to leave. For trying to make a go of it somewhere else. Go to California try to make a new start and now it's just you and Lu, clinging by the skin of your teeth and Lu is gone by the end of the month and you can't make it, you know you can't, and someone shared a photo of you and Nico together at at art opening and your mom and sisters had started in. Look at you, some rich fella's arm candy, who do you think you are? He'll ditch you the second you look a day over 25. Who do you think you are? He's old enough to be your father, he doesn't love you. You're just his little whore.

         It feels like you've been crying for days. You can't stop. You hate when this happens but you can't stop, you can barely breathe, your mind revs like a feverish engine, you can't stop, you can't stop, he only wants you for one thing, and you're so scared that it's true, but how can it be true? He's held you while you've cried. He memorizes the things you love, even the small things. He knows you love the Chinese place in the strip mall down the hill from your apartment, hot and sour soup so spicy it feels like using ANFO to clear your sinuses.  He takes you to Live Wire because he knows you love to stack the jukebox with Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. He always has chapstick on hand because you keep losing yours. The OG kind, not the cherry. But still. Her voice has always been the hardest to ignore. Why can't you be more like your sisters? You're wasting your time. You'll come crawling back once you need a handout. You'd kicked against the bars of your cage and flown free. For a time. It's only you and Lu now, and she leaves at the end of the month, 27 days.

         You hear voices low outside. Lu and Nico. A film of embarrassment falls over everything else. You don't want him here, in the sticky dark, in the grit that seems to cling to everything. It's different when you come to meet him, there's an illusion of being on equal ground but here? The cracked linoleum, the peeling paint, the dust that gathers in the corners, the dishes in the sink, that's all on display like a scab.

         "Vine lo más rápido que pude, Osita," He bursts in and you want to hide. Your try to curl into yourself but he will not allow it, his hand on your shoulder, rolling you so you are facing him.          "You shouldn't be here."          "Where else would I be?" You blink the tears away and look at him, knowing more tears will come. Once you start crying like this it's like a river. Nothing can stop it. The corners of your mouth quirk up because Nico's a mess. He's wearing his glasses instead of contacts and his curls stick out every which way. He's wearing a t-shirt with a stretched out neck, and pajama bottoms. You laugh a little and it hurts, bringing a wave of fresh tears. His eyes are wide and shining, his teeth worry at his lower lip and his concern is too much. You roll away from him on your narrow bed, and curl inward, feel the dip of the mattress as he sits.          "What happened?"          "My family knows about us."          "So?"          "God, you're really fucking dense sometimes," you say, and there is silence, except for the hitch of your breath, the sounds of the neighbors music oozing through the walls, the sounds of someone arguing in the parking lot.          "I don't mean to be."          "Fuck. I know. It's just--"          "Talk to me, Osita, tell me what happened."          "You know the art show we went to?"          "Yes! The Henry Darger exhibit."          "Well, someone took a picture of us and someone tagged me in it, and it got back to my sisters and my mom." He runs his hand along the curve of your shoulder, tracing up and down your arm, a mindless, repetitive motion.          “I don't--"          "They say you don't love me, okay? That you're just gonna fuck me till something better comes along and then ditch me."          "Why?" He says, and his voice is cold, hard like you've never heard. You've seen Nico happy and melancholy, but this is the first time you have ever heard him angry. "They don't know me. Why would they think such things?"                You start talking and you don't stop. You don't stop until your voice is hoarse. Your mom, your sisters. You'll be back in three months. Who do you think you are? As if the enclosure of your hometown is all you should ever dream of. All you should ever be. Aspiring to anything else means you're insulting them. Go ahead and go. See what it's like. You'll be home by thanksgiving. Who do you think you are? It all falls out of you. The way all your friends turned their backs when they found out your were leaving. How you got suckered. We all work together and we can make it. Except making it ended up being a shit apartment with everyone scraping to put together rent and food and bickering over who ate what from the fridge, the nearby strip of public beach always filled with washed up trash, littered with cigarette butts. A promise gone sour right from the start.            "They're right. I can't make it. I never should have come out here in the first place." Nico doesn't speak. He doesn't speak, but he slides into bed behind you, enfolds you in himself, a warm wall around you.           "They are wrong about you," he says, his breath warm on your nape, "They are wrong about us. We can go to the courthouse tomorrow morning if you wish. I had intended to court you properly, to surprise you, something romantic, you know--"           "Nico, are you asking me to marry you?" He curls around you tighter, his hand finds yours and he threads his fingers through yours and squeezes.           "You don't have to answer right now," he says, "I don't want to pressure you. I just--mierda, I'm bad at this. This weight you carry, you don't have to carry it alone. I want to carry it for you, Osita."           "Why? You want to rescue me from my sad little life?" He squeezes you even tighter.           "Do you know why I call you Little Bear? It's because you are strong. You are fierce. But you don't need to be. You don't have to go it alone. I don't want to rescue you. I want to stand beside you. If you'll have me." And there is silence between you, the sound of some cop show coming through the thin walls, the sounds of someone arguing, the sounds of the compressor in your balky window unit kicking on.           "You're sure."           "I am."           "I need to think."           "Of course."           "Will you stay?"           "I'll be here all night. As long as you need."  He tucks his face into your neck and pulls you close. And you're so tired from crying, from arguing with your mother, from the cramped spiral of your own thoughts, you feel yourself relaxing into him, settling into Nico's arms, your breath matching his, his chest curved to your back, his long legs entangled with yours, you feel your breath even out, his words pressed soft into your neck.           "Rest well, mi amor."

#nico x f!reader #nico (house comes with a bird) x f!reader #ephemera au #nico #nico (house comes with a bird) #house comes with a bird #pedro pascal

[petsincollections]

Wading birds, flamingo, location unknown, undated

Below the illustration the text reads "Stork, sacred ibis, blue heron." A separate card describes the flamingo.

Historic New England

Ephemera collection

Advertisements, billheads, and trade cards

Animals

Birds and birdhouses

Animals - Birds and birdhouses - Folder 2

#flamingos #wading birds #blue heron #stork #sacred ibis #ephemera collection #advertising cards #trade cards #historic new england

[pillarboxstudio]

#philately #postage stamp #vintage stamps #ephemera #vintage #birds #bird stamps #st vincent #st vincent stamps #house wren

[sheltiechicago]

Vintage Ephemera Backdrops Mark Powell’s Intimate Ballpoint Pen Drawings

#mark powell #artist #art #ballpoint pen drawings #drawings #illustrator #illustrations #vintage ephemera #elephants #heron #bird

[memorycavities]

Barred Owl (Strix varia), Nature Press

#vintage postcard #postcard #postcards #vintage postcards #postcard scan #postcard scans #fauna #owl #birds #vintage ephemera #nature

[cherishedmementos]

#junkjournaljuly prompt 23 maximalism- I took this as things you like and lots of it LOL so I started with collage and used all the pretty papers that I love and of course, blue because it has to have blue! I also added a transparent pocket for my tag (seen on the right) that I made to go with the page! #junkjournaljunkies #junkjournalsofinstagram #junkjournal #junkjournaling #junkjournaljuly2022 #collage #collagejournaling #papercrafting #paperlayering #artjournalpages #ephemera #handmadejournals #creativejournaling #junkjournal #junkjournalpages #create #bookpage #bookpages #cherishedmementos #birds #fussycut https://www.instagram.com/p/CgaGwbyuHWv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#junkjournaljuly #junkjournaljunkies #junkjournalsofinstagram #junkjournal #junkjournaling #junkjournaljuly2022 #collage #collagejournaling #papercrafting #paperlayering #artjournalpages #ephemera #handmadejournals #creativejournaling #junkjournalpages #create #bookpage #bookpages #cherishedmementos #birds #fussycut

[stamp-it-to-me]

three 1972 Qatar stamps from a series on birds

[id: three postage stamps, all of have stylized illustrations of birds. the left depicts a Caspian tern mid-flight, the center depicts a common kingfisher perching, and the right depicts a European roller also perching. end id]

#ephemera #snail mail #postal #postage #stamps #qatar #animals #birds

[postcard-from-the-past]

Birds' market in Paris

French vintage postcard

#historic #photo #briefkaart #vintage #birds #sepia #photography #carte postale #paris #postcard #postkarte #market #postal #tarjeta #ansichtskarte #french #old #ephemera #postkaart

[misforgotten2]

I guess R. J. didn't have a standing order for all First Day Covers, otherwise I would have 49 more of these.

US Post Office First Day Covers 1978 - 1984

#first day covers #stamps #stamp collecting #postage stamps #philately #state bird #state flower #1982 #1980s #1980's #ephemera #funny #humor #illustration #humour