Himalayan Aves #58: Reb-billed leiothrix
Himalayan Aves #58: Reb-billed leiothrix
in the hinterlands of the Himalayaa frenzy of moving colours among quivering verdantsand a soft drizzleyou are not an ornithologistyou do not have to be for love to precede knowingafter ruffling a resting thicketthis ave flies awayand on that cold noona red restfulness proclaims youyou feel home enveloped by the warmth its wings have stirredor some such vital delusion within
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How to enter the neutral zone without entering the neutral zone.
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Just finished Cadet Kirk and they described spock as a raven ⬇️ so I did this
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“Garak, let go! I can’t see the injury if you’re gonna hold my arm like that.”
“Forgive me, Doctor. I’m just a little nettled by the dynamic imbalance of our professions. You are always having me on my back to take care of the tiniest of scratches. And yet I have you perfectly standing still with every collar alteration or hemming of your pants. I would hardly call that a fair exchange, would you.”
“Hm. And here I thought you always enjoyed the access to my pants.”
- blurb courtesy of Andrew, the bestest creative collaborator 😋
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What's my favorite pastime you ask? Absorbing the plot of a show I've never watched via fanfiction osmosis. You think I've watched that show? Wrong bitch.
I read a convoluted fanfic, looking up characters as I went and then binge read half of AO3 and determined the plot based on what stayed consistent.
I will join every fandom and not ever interact with the source material and nobody can stop me
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Romulan Bird of Prey Cutaway by Matthew Paul Cushman
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Another artwork inspired by the wonderful Spirk fic ‘Grief as a four-dimensional figure’ by the lovely @jennelikejennay
Bathed in the light of the sunrise over the desert, with silver birds flocking overhead, our favourite boys share a special moment.
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Himalayan Aves #79: Black-lored tit
a forlorn groan of a twigheavy with the weight of waitingwhen you arrive, its sway is silentyour featherweight brings it lightness
for us, creatures who often furiously travelbetween past and future, memory and aspirationyour perch means a few moments anchored in the presenta respite from oscillationsa s.t.i.l.l.n.e.s.syou are of the Himalayan loreHomeric, Miltonianmomentous a character in our…
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Delicious in Dungeon but it’s a Sci-fi setting called Delicious in Space
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these birds seem to like Data (and Data likes them)
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